You know it's going to be a bad day when you find a dead kitten on the sidewalk in front of your house on your way to work in the morning.
I was walking my bike out of the driveway onto the sidewalk and noticed the hind legs first and though "OH YAY A KITTY!"; half a second later "awww, a sleepy kitty"; half a second after that "OH MY SHIT A DEAD KITTEN :-|"
My landlady noticed me hovering out front and as I was headed back up the stairs to my apartment she asked me through the window what was going on...I frowned and said "there's a dead cat." She was utterly horrified, worried it was one of her pets, but I quickly added that it was an orange kitten. I told her I was on my way upstairs to grab a pair of nitrile gloves and she said she'd grab a garbage bag for me to put the body in.
It was cold as ice and rigor mortis had obviously already set in (see it's front legs). It had to have happened some time between 9PM and 3AM. I'm still not certain what the cause and manner of death were. There was hardly any blood, though there was some smeared on either side of its face, and no obvious physical deformations. I'm thinking a low-riding car may've hit it in the head and it walked over to the sidewalk and fell over dead.
But yeah. Yesterday? Terrible. No more dead kittens, please. By 4 pm I had finished off a flask of whiskey.