I have aspergers syndrome.
Paws was a very cool cat. He liked to ride on the basked on my bike. And he ALWAYS came when you called him. When I had to go to work, paws he would be waiting for me under the truck and when he heard me walking he jumped right up and came right over to me and he looked so happy to see me.
I was getting ready to go to bed on a sunday night (on June 10, 2011). because i had to go to work the next morning. The cat has been locked inside the house all day while we were gathering firewood for the winter, so we let him outside. And I was getting tired so I went to bed. My dad told me the cat will always be there at two in the morning meowing wanting to be let inside. But he wasn't this time. I never heared the cat meowing because i was deep asleep. And when I finally got up for work i was very tired, i haven't felt this tired for a long time. my dad told me the cat wasn't at his window at 2AM and I knew something was wrong. I figured he was dead, but i tried to keep thinking optimistically. So i got ready for work and . I was very anxious because that cat was my best friend and i'd be devastated if anything bad happened to him. But as my dad and I pulled the car out of the driveway and sure enough, he was laying on the road dead. I couldn't believe my eyes at first because I was in a very tired state, but as I started to wake up it started to sink in. My beloved cat, is no longer with out. He was different that other cats, and in a good way. My dad absolutely hates cats, but this one he loved.