One rainy day, it was past midnight and no one in the streets. I was going back from work, exhausted when I heard a loud engine noise and then a high-pitched meow. I run in the direction of the noise and see a white cat lying on the ground, his coat stained with blood and rain. It seems dead. I pick it up and carry it in my arms, totally panicked. This white cat looks young, almost a kitten. Afraid it's too late, I rush towards the first vet still open at this hour and barge in which make the receptionist gasp.