We Heart Cats

a couple of weeks ago, one of my beloved kitties, Spaz, (picture is of him being very cute) dashed outside.  now, he has a history of pulling this and i would always run after him and snatch him up.  he comes out of nowhere and dashes out.  he’s simply amazing in this feat of escapism.  in fact, once when i was heading to the convenience store for something, he pulled this, so i put him in the car and he went with me.  he didn’t care for that one bit.  so he quit pulling that nonsense for a very long time. 

well, he started it back up about a month ago.   he did it again and i couldn’t catch him.  he came back around later on and played the ‘let’s watch mom chase me game’ and  i figured he’d get tired of it and come on in the garage and i could put him back in the house. 

he then proceeded to disappear.  he has a slight heart condition that we need to keep an eye on and i was very concerned that he just wasn’t going to come back.  i put flyers in every mailbox in the area, checked the pound, and prayed alot.  nothing.  i was resigned to his loss, which hurt terribly.   he is a very special cat.  all of mine are special, but he was above and beyond.  

he was found years ago by a very nice person who took him to our vet’s office.  he was only a couple weeks old.  we took him from there and bottle fed him; in fact, he went on vacation to hilton head with us because we couldn’t leave him with anyone.  so he was spoiled totally rotten and he was and still is my son’s absolute favorite cat.  my son loves this cat more than anyone or anything else i believe. 

i had honestly given up hope.  but yesterday, my neighbor called me and asked me to come outside.  and what did she have in her arms?  my baby!  she said he had been under her shed, that she thought her big dogs had kept him there…they’re very busy people and this was the first they’d been out in the yard to notice the dogs trying to get to something under the shed. 

my boy was horribly thin, but alive and alot more active than he should have been!  i gave him a big dose of fluids right away (i learned how to do this long ago and keep a bag on hand all the time) and gave him some chicken baby food.  he ate that up and then later i gave him more fluids and food.  he’s since been following me around and lying on my tummy when i’m in bed…i think he’s very glad to be home.

now, you can believe what you want… in fact, the past couple weeks i’d had a major crisis in faith… sometimes things ball up on you and you start wondering…in a big way. 

but that cat should not be alive.  there’s no way that he should be alive.  but he is and he was brought home to me.  thank you God.   and he’s never ever even getting near a door when i’m leaving or coming in.  i’ll be on top of this like nobody’s business.  that little furbrat has seen his last bit of the outside except from a nice windowsill, i can promise you that. 

if you loose an animal… the best things to do are to do as i did, put a big sign up in your neighborhood, put flyers in each and every mailbox all over your neighborhood (in fact, we found one of our cats a few years ago by this very method!), check the pound, and if this is an issue with a particular animal - go ahead and get a chip for him.  in this case, it wouldn’t have helped, but at least you’ll have it in case someone finds your pet.  and pray.  don’t give up on that. 

here’s a link to a previous post you might enjoy:  mom is a trampoline

and here’s one to a fellow blogger that i thought was very good, and it’s about dogs no less!  haha!:  love and dogs