He was hit by a car. He was a cheeky so and so but he had character by the bucket load and took no shit from my boy.
Asbo has a cat flap in the gate and he would sit outside it in the morning to wind asbo up or sleep on our steamer chair (he got more use out of it than us) or come in the house to pinch his food.
Poor little sod. I feel awful for them.