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The first thing I heard this morning was my mom asking my brother, "Do you see any blood? Was it a cat fight?"
Right!
I have a cat, of course, I have mentioned her before. She is kind of a pathetic cat. She couldn't fight if she had to (she was nearly hauled off by a raccoon once. Only me nearly killing myself to get downstairs to throw the dog at it saved her), and the last few nights I've heard cats fighting outside. We don't think she's been involved in almost any of them (last one, she came back to the house looking a bit worn and dirty) because she hasn't come charging back to the house.
We had four cats at one time, and within a month, two of them were killed after being out at night. (One was a car, and it was only a bump but it hurt him anyway, and he ended up dying before we could help him. The other was in a fight and was found bleeding to death on our porch in the morning.) (The third cat died of old age.)
So I was jolted awake thinking my cat had been mauled.
Turns out, thankfully (kind of), that it's not my cat. My brother's cat-sitting for a friend, and when he went over this morning to check on them, he noticed one of them appeared to have broken both of its hind feet. They're bent backwards, apparently the poor thing is walking on the tops of its feet.
So we called the vet, they told us they couldn't do anything without the owners permission but had an opening this afternoon if the owner called. So we called the family in Las Vegas, but no one answered. So we called the hotel and called their room. Because of the time-difference, they'd just barely woken up, so my brother explained the situation and they called the vet, and the vet called us back. Cat's being taken over there right now.
... I am very, very thankful it wasn't Diana they were talking about, but I feel terrible for the poor kitty. I hope he's okay.
Edit:
It's an embolism. He's had heart murmers in the past, apparently. A clot moved and cut off circulation to his feet, which impeded nerve responses, so he couldn't walk properly.
He's got, at best, a 50% chance of living. I feel so terrible for the family. That's not the kind of news I'd want to get about my pet while I was on vacation.
Right!
I have a cat, of course, I have mentioned her before. She is kind of a pathetic cat. She couldn't fight if she had to (she was nearly hauled off by a raccoon once. Only me nearly killing myself to get downstairs to throw the dog at it saved her), and the last few nights I've heard cats fighting outside. We don't think she's been involved in almost any of them (last one, she came back to the house looking a bit worn and dirty) because she hasn't come charging back to the house.
We had four cats at one time, and within a month, two of them were killed after being out at night. (One was a car, and it was only a bump but it hurt him anyway, and he ended up dying before we could help him. The other was in a fight and was found bleeding to death on our porch in the morning.) (The third cat died of old age.)
So I was jolted awake thinking my cat had been mauled.
Turns out, thankfully (kind of), that it's not my cat. My brother's cat-sitting for a friend, and when he went over this morning to check on them, he noticed one of them appeared to have broken both of its hind feet. They're bent backwards, apparently the poor thing is walking on the tops of its feet.
So we called the vet, they told us they couldn't do anything without the owners permission but had an opening this afternoon if the owner called. So we called the family in Las Vegas, but no one answered. So we called the hotel and called their room. Because of the time-difference, they'd just barely woken up, so my brother explained the situation and they called the vet, and the vet called us back. Cat's being taken over there right now.
... I am very, very thankful it wasn't Diana they were talking about, but I feel terrible for the poor kitty. I hope he's okay.
Edit:
It's an embolism. He's had heart murmers in the past, apparently. A clot moved and cut off circulation to his feet, which impeded nerve responses, so he couldn't walk properly.
He's got, at best, a 50% chance of living. I feel so terrible for the family. That's not the kind of news I'd want to get about my pet while I was on vacation.
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