The cat came back
On Thanksgiving night, as everybody watched Margarita do tricks after dinner, they heard something yelping on the porch.
There was a bedraggled Giggle-Blizzard, for the first time in 11 days. His back legs were smashed. He had been hit by a car.
Not quite the next day.
The cat came back.
Thought he was a goner.
A little girl across the street told Steger she saw a car hit a cat and drive off. It had a gray coat. Steger winced.
Another day Steger saw whiskers between the teeth of a hungry vulture. She scared it off and saved a kitten that wasn’t Giggle-Blizzard.
It was hard not to lose hope.
But the cat came back.
The doctors said he had walked around like that for almost a week. After two surgeries — and $3,000 in vet bills — Giggle-Blizzard now mopes about with Christmas-colored splints on his hind legs. He will have them on at least another month.
He just couldn’t stay away.
oh poor kitty.
Comment by Pamela — 12/27/2009 @ 11:05 pm
No, think positively. He survived, and he got back home. Good for him.
Comment by Meryl Yourish — 12/27/2009 @ 11:41 pm
What a survivor! Kol ha-kavod.
Comment by Rahel — 12/28/2009 @ 1:16 am