A dead cat is coming towards you!

In the light of the full moon, I saw a cat: he was stretched out on his back, his head turned at an unnatural angle, and all his four paws were directed towards the sky. Even though the window of my room was located high above the ground, I recognized the cat. Rip. And I didn’t need to go down into the yard to understand: I killed him again. I killed him for the third time.