The cat who lives upstairs - he who has a Polish name - but who I call Donald (because he has a pout like Donald Trump) has had a run in with a car. He came home with scuffed nails and paws, and was hissy when my neighbour lifted him off the fence. He's normally so laid back, he's horizontal
She didn't know what was wrong and just kept him in for a week. He's lucky in that nothing seems to be broken and he's over the shock (I have advised her that it was probably a car and that she should take him to the vet, but she hasn't asked to borrow the carrier, so obv he's on the mend). But please keep it all crossed for the First Kitty. Hail to the chief and all that.....