Well it won’t have been a British made truck that ran him over: we nearly don’t make steel any more, let alone trucks!
When i bought my first house i lived next to a couple with SEVEN cats. One day the guy across the road knocked on my door with a flattened black cat on a shovel and said "I have run over one of Mike’s cats. I have knocked on his door but he isn’t in could you tell him please and dumped the flattened cat outside my house.
Later that evening i knocked on mikes door and said "I have some bad news the guy across the road has run over Ziggy and there at his feet purring away was Ziggy.
As it wasn’t Mike’s cat and not wanting a dead cat outside my house, i scooped it up and threw it in the hedge.
A week later the guy who brought it to my door knocked again and said “What did you do with that cat that i thought was Mike’s. I think it’s ours as we haven’t seen ours for a week.” You shouldn’t laugh but I still have images of him removing a decaying corpse from the hedge.
Good story.
Was it a flat cat pancake?