LOST! a.k.a. stupid cat
The day after Christmas our beloved stupid cat, Milo, disappeared. You know the one that I’m talking about; the stray that showed up underneath the hood of my car a few months back. Gone. Just up and vanished. The kids and I searched everywhere and asked everyone, but no cat.
We made signs and posted them at the corner store and plastered every telephone pole in sight with his image. Even the mailboxes weren’t safe from our homemade signs. Still no one called; no one had seen him.
Elderly neighbors tried to reassure us that he was just out “Tom-ing around”. I kept telling them I thought he wasn’t old enough to do that—he’s not even a year old. Male cats don’t discover that aspect of life until they’re at least a year old. But still they insisted.
One neighbor had commented that he had seen this very cat one highway over from us—was sure of it. That put a little bit of hope in our spirits… for a split second. That was until the man changed his mind and the highway,twice. I think he was just trying to be nice.
Anyway, we put the cat out of our minds for the time being and went on our mini vacation. I had accepted the idea that Milo was gone and not coming back. I thought someone must have picked him up and taken him home with them or a stray dog or wild animal had eaten him. Still somewhere deep inside I held out hope as did the kids.
The night we arrived home from our trip, my son went to get his shoes out of the car with my middle daughter in tow. She came running inside replying that they had heard the cat ‘meowing’. I didn’t give much mind to the sudden hearing of his voice. I just chalked it up to kids wishful thinking, but she insisted. So I got up off the sofa and put my shoes on.
I called out the cat’s name and lo and behold the dumb thing answered me. The sound was coming from the woods across the street. I called again and he answered again, the sound getting closer. I hollered a third time and then asked my oldest to fetch a flashlight.
Sure enough, there was a cat across the street just on the other side of a swollen ditch. Oh, did I mention that it was raining out and that I was in my PJ’s ? Sorry…it must have slipped my mind.
I waited until the highway was free of cars and headed across. Naturally, I wasn’t paying attention as to where I was stepping and almost fell down the embankment into the water. I caught myself, got my footing, and shined the flashlight in the direction of the meowing. A pair of eyes met mine. It was Milo and he was hurt.
I crossed the ditch, stepping in the muddy water as it was to wide for me to jump at my age . Oh, I’m sure that I could have made it if I had really wanted too, but I didn’t want to chance falling into the barbed wire fence. The cat wasn’t worth all that.
I carried him home—both of us soaking wet—much to the extreme excitement of my children. It was a miracle! Prayers had been answered; their cat had returned. I grabbed a towel and began drying him off. I have never heard that cat purr so loudly before. It sounded like a jet plane had just landed in the middle of my bathroom.
The stupid cat had gotten hit by a car on the back leg, breaking it and his pelvis. He walks around now with his rear end dragging. Only once did he roll down the stairs, catching himself before he got too far. I tried not to laugh. He didn’t find it funny and he let me know this too. He bit me. I apologized.
The stupid cat Milo now has a long road to recovery, but he will get to the end, I’ve no doubt. You see, this isn’t the first cat I’ve had with this problem. He’s actually the third. This is also the reason why we’ve opted not to take him to the vet. I can’t afford to spend over a hundred dollars for x-rays just to have someone tell me what I already know.
He’s got feeling in both feet and tail and can move them just a little. He can also do his ‘business’ in the potty box which is a major plus (except for the trail of litter he drags out). It means no organ damage. His appetite is healthy too, but naturally he wants you to bring the food to him instead of the other way around.
So it seems all is well that ends well…or something like that.
Stupid cat…… 🙂