I am sure some of you will remember Kissy - my "garden stray" with the crooked mouth? Well whilst I was away she must have gotten into a fight with one of the other cats here. Of course when I was away the outisde cats were fed and watered, but nothing more - no reall attention like I give them. Anyway yesterday I picked Kissy up, and noticed she had a HUGE lump (abcess) on her side. I decided I would have to wait until Wednesday and take her to the vet (2-day religious holiday here - all the vets are closed), but this morning when I was petting her I realised that the abcess had ruptured during the night. None of the vets were answering their phones, but I managed to get hold of my shelter, and they told me to bring her down. They have cleaned the wound, but I need to take her to the vet tomorrow for an antibiotic injection (don't know where the money for the vet visit will come from - will have to appeal to hubby's softy side!!!)
BUT on the way home (driving on a road I NEVER usually use) I spotted a group of 8 teenage boys surrounding what appeared to be a cat or a dog. I turned the car around and stopped next to them. The cat was backed up against a wall, and they were poking him with sticks whilst he growled and hissed. I grabbed my welding gloves and an old towel (always in the car), but upon closer inspection realised that the cat was injured - it was dragging it's back legs along the ground - so either it's legs or back has been hurt by a car.
I asked the boys to back away, locked my Son and Kissy in my car, and phoned the shelter. When I explained the situation they actually told me to get in the car and lock it until they arrived. I did, but had to get out again almost immediately because as soon as I got in the car the boys started harassing the cat again.
Luckily two staff from the shelter arrived within about 15 minutes, and captured the cat. I assume he will be put to sleep as (1) he is so badly injured and (2) he is feral, so will be un-adoptable. (I haven't been able to get through to their phone again, so I don't know for sure yet what happened to him.
I am so upset thinking about the poor cat. My Son is cross with me because he missed his arrangements with his friends because I stopped for the cat, my hubby is cross because I put myself in danger with all the teenagers, and I am so frustrated because it just seems that for every one cat which is rescued, there are so many more who cannot be helped.
*SIGH*
Of course I take comfort in the fact that my fellow PT'ers are just as "cat-crazy" as I am![]()
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