Well I'm sorry if we killed your cat......

The other day Niki and I went running. We were on the way home and a cat ran out from behind some bushes. Niki tried to avoid the cat, but she hit it. We didn't know if we killed it or not, so we drove back by to see. Well it was very obvious that the cat was dead. We stopped at a house to ask them if they had a cat. So we knock on the door and some white guy probably about 25 comes out wearing bagging pants and a wife beater. Sorta K-Fedish. I say" do you have a cat?" He said "well no....I mean yea I have two..Why did you hit one?" So I go on to tell him about the cat running in the road and how we tried to stop, but we hit it anyways. He goes out into the road and says "nope that's not my cat." Then he goes "yea that is my cat." I said "that's your cat??" Then he goes "yea..I mean no...Well that's a stray tom cat that we feed." So I say, " Well I don't know if you are sayin it's your cat or not....But if we just killed your cat we are sorry." Then he goes "Hey...What's ya'lls name?" Niki tells him our names as we walk/run to the car. Then he says, " Well I'm really sorry this is how we had to meet!....I wish we could have met on better terms!" We got in the car and left as fast as we could!! I'm pretty sure he was drunk or high...I'm guessing both. Can you believe he was trying to pick us up after we just killed a cat that wasn't..Then was..Then was just a cat he fed?? This just is another example of how I am a freak magnet!!!!