Alright, to start from the beginning (it's a long story)...
My mom bought her old house a year ago and we're fixing up the place. My mom happened to walk around the back of the house on Tuesday and look into an underground window sill and see a cat. She thought it was dead then she poked it and it just started purring. She took it into the empty house, called me up, and I went out there with tuna and a little bit of milk. He definitely was a house cat at one point of time because he was neutered, declawed, and he would curl up next to ANYONE on the ground. We made him a bed, put out some water and food, got a disposable litter box, turned on the TV, and left him there that night. We didn't take him home because we didn't know if he had something or if our cats will start marking their territory.
The next day, we took him to the vet. He had three cases of worms, but that was because he had to eat roadkill. Apparently he was missing half his teeth, but we don't know why. Anyway, we assumed he was about ten years old and he only weighed a little less than six pounds. My vet also thinks that he was hit by a car at one point of time because the cat had a lot of trouble looking up for some reason, but no x-rays were done. That night, I took Ruthy out there to see him and we stayed out there for a couple hours and he just slept on our laps.
On Thursday, everything was normal. He the most energy I've ever seen him have. My dad and I went to visit him and my dad was thinking about keeping him as his own cat. I stayed out there for a couple hours again, of course.
On Friday, I took Rachel and Elise out to see him and there was puke everywhere. We cleaned it up and the cat was pretty calm. He just wouldn't eat. He was sort of shaking, but we thought it was because he was just freaked out. I left and my brother got there. I guess the cat was doing a lot worse so my mom and brother rushed him over to the animal emergency. They put him in an oxygen thing and tried to figure out what was wrong, but there was nothing they could do. Apparently he had a hernia (which could have been there because of a car accident) and his stomach was lifted up into his lungs, so he couldn't breath anymore.
And even though I knew him for only four days, I was still really attached to him. He was such a good and friendly cat who was mistreated. I just hope he doesn't think we did that to him...
Anyway, we're getting my little Charlie Bucket cremated and I'm going to keep him in my room until it gets warmer out, so I can bury him at my mom's new house.
My mom bought her old house a year ago and we're fixing up the place. My mom happened to walk around the back of the house on Tuesday and look into an underground window sill and see a cat. She thought it was dead then she poked it and it just started purring. She took it into the empty house, called me up, and I went out there with tuna and a little bit of milk.
He definitely was a house cat at one point of time because he was neutered, declawed, and he would curl up next to ANYONE on the ground. We made him a bed, put out some water and food, got a disposable litter box, turned on the TV, and left him there that night. We didn't take him home because we didn't know if he had something or if our cats will start marking their territory.
The next day, we took him to the vet. He had three cases of worms, but that was because he had to eat roadkill. Apparently he was missing half his teeth, but we don't know why. Anyway, we assumed he was about ten years old and he only weighed a little less than six pounds. My vet also thinks that he was hit by a car at one point of time because the cat had a lot of trouble looking up for some reason, but no x-rays were done. That night, I took Ruthy out there to see him and we stayed out there for a couple hours and he just slept on our laps.
On Thursday, everything was normal. He the most energy I've ever seen him have. My dad and I went to visit him and my dad was thinking about keeping him as his own cat. I stayed out there for a couple hours again, of course.
On Friday, I took Rachel and Elise out to see him and there was puke everywhere. We cleaned it up and the cat was pretty calm. He just wouldn't eat. He was sort of shaking, but we thought it was because he was just freaked out. I left and my brother got there. I guess the cat was doing a lot worse so my mom and brother rushed him over to the animal emergency. They put him in an oxygen thing and tried to figure out what was wrong, but there was nothing they could do. Apparently he had a hernia (which could have been there because of a car accident) and his stomach was lifted up into his lungs, so he couldn't breath anymore.
And even though I knew him for only four days, I was still really attached to him. He was such a good and friendly cat who was mistreated. I just hope he doesn't think we did that to him...
Anyway, we're getting my little Charlie Bucket cremated and I'm going to keep him in my room until it gets warmer out, so I can bury him at my mom's new house.
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