She said she saw Laurel at 10H15 limping heavilyand thought his hip was hurt.

In the churchyard. I dont know what time it was when he came in nor if hubby saw him hop on the table before he saw him simply lounging around and meow and get tangled up when rising for food served... It would be fucking sad if we had to put down Laurel. He is deeply asleep on my matress on the ground. Laura's main concern was that he made it home to us. Did she hit him with her car? Or was it another black and white cat?