He definitely was photogenic. He was my favorite subject for photography... I have 647 pictures of him on this computer.
No, poor baby boy was only 2 years old. He was run over. He was an outdoor/indoor cat, just like Chester... The whole beginning of his life was lived outdoors. He would never have been happy as just an indoor cat. We tried, for a long time, to keep him inside, but he was just emotionally tore up. I was so confident that this wouldn't happen... we had never once caught him in the road, crossing the road, or across the road. He was deathly afraid of cars, would run when we even just pulled in the driveway. I feel so guilty... but at the same time, it's like our chickens. Do we cage them, all of their life, make them miserable for our own selfish happiness? Or do we let them roam a little, have some sense of freedom, and take the risks? I still don't know if we chose the right thing.
But he wasn't tore up, there wasn't any blood. Dad said one of his eyes was rolled up into his head... he thought it was a head injury.