My brother got home and said he didn't think we'd have to be feeding "MOM", the stray cat. He thinks she got ran over at a major intersection this late morning. He only saw the cat from a moving car, so when he got home, he walked over there, but somebody had moved the cat to the gutter. He couldn't tell if it was her or not. I had my friend drive me over and I have this choking feeling welling up inside, that yes this very possibly could be "mom". I couldn't stop to look either, this is a busy intersection. We'll know tonight when she comes to feed.