What a week I have had, not to mention the poor cat. The boys and I popped to Staples after the school run on wednesday morning, when we returned home I could hear a cat crying. Had a little lookie around the street and at the back of the house, couldn't see anything so went inside to unpack etc. The guy from the end of the road came a knocking and said 'have you seen that cat' I told him I'd had a look but couldn't see anything but hoped it wasn't one of mine. He told me it was under a car near his house and was in a very bad way. I went to have a look and horror of horrors there was my very old man cat covered in blood, laying peculiarly crying his little heart out. I ran home and rang my Dad and asked if he'd come and sit with the boys, the cat had been hit by a car. I grabbed a towel and went to bring him in. He was a long way under the car and I had trouble reaching so lay down in the road and shuffled under the car. It was pouring with rain. Vincent was very wet, very cold and had obvioulsy lost alot of blood. I brought him in and dried him off a little, wrapped him in a new towel and put him in the ring sling (cat carrier down at garage, too far to go with two small boys and poorly cat). God knows what the other pet owners thought as I entered the vet visibly crying, wet hair, muddy jeans, cat in baby carrier......? We found two big wounds and he had no claws left (classic with car accidents, they extend their claws on impact to try and stop themselves moving and of course they just get torn out) but luckily nothing was broken or dislocated. The vet seemed to think that he was ok just in shock. I left him there for soem fluids, pain relief and extra TLC. He spent the night in the animal hospital in Preston and I collected him to come home on Thursday evening. It seems on closer examination that it wasn't a car but was either a dog or fox, he has lots and lots of puncture wounds all over his body, two that are quite big but they will heal in time. He has been shaken and may be brain damaged; he's having trouble walking but otherwise is his usual loving slef. I am so pleased that he is ok and in our home again. he is a very old man at more than 14 years old and I really did think this was the end of him. He is a tough little cat!
When I went to collect him our vet (who is brilliant but a little dippy) said that she'd tried to give him a wash as he was 'quite bloody still' and she knew there were children at home and didn't want them to be distressed. When I thanked her she said; 'don't thank me, he was bloody, now he is wet and bloody'
I have the alternative WI party tomorrow afternoon and feel like I am just not ready, looking forward to it thoguh :D