One early summer, I was so heartbroken to see several little kittens, hit by a car, dead in the road on which I live. A couple of weeks later, I was coming home late from a meeting. When I got out of my car, I thought a heard a kitten crying. I walked around a little and then decided it was coming from across the street, which is a wooded area. When I crossed to our mailbox, a little Siamese-looking kitten came out of the woods, right to me, just crying. I brought her in the house, and she immediately made up to my husband! He named her Ginger. We had an older, neutered male cat, and a young, not-yet-neutered male kitten. Ginger immediately became the Queen of the Household, and kept the boys in line! She and the kitten, Buzz, looked to be about the same age and size, and they played with other constantly. We noticed, though, that Ginger would throw herself down and breathe very heavily after just a few minutes of play. I took her to the vet, and after several tests we found that her stomach and intestines were pushed up into her chest cavity, and were compressing her lungs. I am convinced that she was among the litter that was killed on the road, she was hit by the car, but managed to survive! We scheduled a visit with a veterinary specialist from the University of Tennessee who said she would try to repair the internal damage. Unfortunately, Ginger never woke up from the surgery. I am glad to think, though, that her last couple of months of life were in a loving home, with kitty brothers and people parents.