okay an actual entry
I don't know how many of ya'll know this, but there's been an adorable fluffy stray cat hanging around my house. Like, to the point where I'll let him in and my mom recognizes him as one of our own cats. I have affectionately nicknamed him Babby, while my brother calls him Butters. He comes over almost everyday, meows at my front door, and we feed him and pet him and all that. And when we're not home, he usually hangs out downstairs (we have a house on stilts so there's a lot of room down there), especially when it's raining. He'll meet me on the stairs when I'm coming home from school. I'll call his name and he'll come running over.
On Monday morning, my dad noticed Babby lying downstairs in the sandpit. Okay, normal. When he came home, Babby was in the same exact spot. I can vouch for this as I was awake all day and did not hear Babby meowing at all (he is really really loud). So my dad pulled me away from the computer and asked me to bring Babby upstairs, which is a rare case as my dad doesn't really like him. I went down there and picked him up; he was insanely dirty and smelt really bad. But he's purring and meowing at me. I brought him inside and into my parents bathroom away from my cats. Set him down and he tries to get up to walk but can't -- his back legs are dragging behind him. I made him a bowl of food but he wouldn't eat. Me and my dad notice something on the ground now, either blood or dirt we couldn't tell. Well, my mom gets home and calls the vet. They say that it sounds like a spinal injury and he would have to be put down. At this point, I am bawling my eyes out. I have gotten so close to this cat, it's crazy. I didn't go with my mom to the vet because I would have been bawling in the lobby. I go back into the bathroom, crying, to say goodbye to him. He wasn't very responsive, but he was purring. My mom took him to the vet soon after. I sit in my room, playing Maple to get my mind off of it, when my dad comes in maybe fourty-five minutes to an hour later. He told me that Babby had only popped his hip out of place and they're going to put it back; if it doesn't stay, then he'll have surgery -- but he'll live.
Two days later, today, Babby is now home with us. He's not allowed to go outside anymore and he'll have to stay in my mom's bathroom until he's healed. My mom said he can't get to things over 3 inches high, as I saw when he tried to jump up onto the dirty-clothes hamper. He's eating and drinking and everything looks fine. I'm sitting in here with him now to make sure he's okay.
I am so glad he is okay. ; u;
On Monday morning, my dad noticed Babby lying downstairs in the sandpit. Okay, normal. When he came home, Babby was in the same exact spot. I can vouch for this as I was awake all day and did not hear Babby meowing at all (he is really really loud). So my dad pulled me away from the computer and asked me to bring Babby upstairs, which is a rare case as my dad doesn't really like him. I went down there and picked him up; he was insanely dirty and smelt really bad. But he's purring and meowing at me. I brought him inside and into my parents bathroom away from my cats. Set him down and he tries to get up to walk but can't -- his back legs are dragging behind him. I made him a bowl of food but he wouldn't eat. Me and my dad notice something on the ground now, either blood or dirt we couldn't tell. Well, my mom gets home and calls the vet. They say that it sounds like a spinal injury and he would have to be put down. At this point, I am bawling my eyes out. I have gotten so close to this cat, it's crazy. I didn't go with my mom to the vet because I would have been bawling in the lobby. I go back into the bathroom, crying, to say goodbye to him. He wasn't very responsive, but he was purring. My mom took him to the vet soon after. I sit in my room, playing Maple to get my mind off of it, when my dad comes in maybe fourty-five minutes to an hour later. He told me that Babby had only popped his hip out of place and they're going to put it back; if it doesn't stay, then he'll have surgery -- but he'll live.
Two days later, today, Babby is now home with us. He's not allowed to go outside anymore and he'll have to stay in my mom's bathroom until he's healed. My mom said he can't get to things over 3 inches high, as I saw when he tried to jump up onto the dirty-clothes hamper. He's eating and drinking and everything looks fine. I'm sitting in here with him now to make sure he's okay.
I am so glad he is okay. ; u;