We lost our Siamese, one Mouse by name, in just that way.
Mom was the one in the car, & Mouse was her “baby”. 
I’ve often worried, at 5AM, about the same thing happening again, with another cat.
My brother once stepped on a kitten. He was up on his tiptoes, adjusting the curtains and the kitty ran right under his foot. He stepped down at just the wrong moment. Kitty didn’t die instantly, and it was a Sunday morning. So, we had to drive to the closest emergency vet to have her put down. (She was bleeding from her mouth and ears, and her ribcage was crushed.) I’ve never seen my brother cry so hard before or since.
When my little brother was about 6 we got him a kitten - he was a cutey, all black except for a little white around his paws. My brother called him Smokey. About two weeks after we got him, poor ol’ Smokey bought the farm when a friend of my parents closed the car door on him
We quickly went back to the people that had sold us the kitten - as luck would have it, another kitten from the same litter was still available. Looked almost identical except the white markings on the paw were quite different.
My brother was about 26 when we finally told him about Smokey 1 and Smokey 2.
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Sorry to hear about your kitten. It is so hard to lose a cat that way. My first cat, when I was kid, died that way- in a neighbors truck engine.
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That works real well with white mice too…
My sympathies on the kitty.
Sorry to hear that, some cats are wiser sooner than later. Mum ran over one of our kittens in the driveway, he liked to perch on the wheel of the car (again, probably to get some heat). All the other cats were wise enough to flee when the engine started, except for one :rolleyes:
Kitty affection of the engine bay is actually how I got my first cat. I was driving along with a car in front of me, we hit a dip and all of a sudden there’s a cartwheelin’ kitty in the road. I stopped and picked him up but by then the driver was long gone. Figured I’d just nurse the sore little fella back to health and then take him to a shelter but, cute as he was, that never happened.
Grandmom lost a pet with her vehicle, but he was no spring kitty. He was a dog and, unfortunately, had grown quite deaf with age. That was an unfortunate sense to lose, what with him liking to sleep next to the car tires and all.
Poor kitty.