The cat came back
Tonight I went down to leave food for Winnie, who has been making herself scarce in the past week, and to my complete and utter shock, Vicky crawled out from the woodpile. Literally crawled, because something has happened to her. One of her back legs is dragging, and the other isn't working well. Either she was hit by a car or she was attacked by something. She also sounds pretty awful with some kind of respiratory thing. But she was very hungry and inhaled the food I put out. She also let me pick her up, which she never does, and carry her inside. I have installed her in my studio, despite the fact that spousal unit does not want cats anywhere in the house, with litter box. a box to sleep in (that cat loves boxes!) and water and some dry food, which she was happily crunching on when I left her. I figure if she is eating she will be okay. I hope. First thing in the morning, trip to the vet. But she seems happy to see me and I am crying with relief.
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Your title reminded me of a favorite 'kid' song......
At least yours knew where it was wanted!
All snug in her box. She is not amused to have her picture taken. I have a feeling getting her to the vet will be a shitshow.
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your big ❤️
My throat is feeling a bit lumpy over the touching story of this kitty.
