So last night my husband and I were driving home after doing some grocery shopping. We were going along a busy 4 lane road named Atherton Street or 322 Business. There in the middle of the road was a white cat just standing there...looking around like it was lost or something. I started frantically giving my hubby instructions like "pull in the middle....put on your blinkers....flash your lights!!! As I was starting to fly out of the car the cat was hit by oncoming traffic. The front tire of a truck went right over the back end of the cat and the cat ran across the street before the back wheel was able to get it.
I ran after the cat as it dove under some very nasty, prickly juniper bushes in front of the loca Dairy Queen. Some college age girls came out of the Dairy Queen just hysterical. They had seen what had happened. I wanted to just slap the one that was bawling and screaming but I calmly managed to tell her to shut up in the nicest way possible. I just can't tolerate hysterical people in a crises. All the while the poor cat is just crying and howling in pain and fear.
I started digging in the bushes and after about 10 minutes or so managed to get the cat to move the the edge of the bush. I reached under so VERY carefully and placed my hand on the back of it's neck grabbing the scruff of the neck. I reached back further and managed to slide my hand under the cats rear end and slowly slide the cat out. I was then able to scoop her up gently and started walking down the the vet hospital that was just a block away.
She never even attempted to bite or scratch at me. Even with all the pain and fear she was in. I got to the vet just as my hubby was coming out with a carrier and instructions on how to place the towel over her to pick her up just in case she had rabies. *L* That never even entered my mind. I just kept thinking calming thoughts towards the cat and confidence that I was helping her.
She turned out to be an 8 month old solid white DSH female with the most beautiful green eyes. I checked with the vet this morning and it appears as if she has a broken pelvis. She was able to pass urine this morning in the litterbox no less. But they are waiting to see if she has any further internal injuries.
I was able to get the local PAWS to give 50 dollars towards her medical care and the vet said that most of their work would be pro bono. However, PAWS can't get her in their facility for adoption for months. She is going to need 6 - 8 weeks of cage care. I found her owners in the trailer park right there where she was hit. The whole park is like walking into the movie Deliverance and it is being closed down. The residents have 90 days to get out. So they don't really want her anymore.
I would love to be able to foster her but my Deirdre just is so stressed out with all the other cats in the house I am afraid that one more is just going to undue all the hard work I have done in getting her to calm down some and quit mutilating herself. She has almost completely grown back her hair and most of the raw spots are healed.
So now I am frantically looking for a foster home for this incredibly sweet little cat.
Denyce
