Picking up strays.

Jul 03, 2011 21:09

I found a cat by the skip today. A live one, black and skinny as a rake. I think he'd been hit by a car or something, his back leg was all on an angle. When I came closer he tried to claw me. In the end I dumped a towel over it to sort of hold it down (didn't work as well as I would have hoped) so that Mike could take us to the vets. He was extremely nice about the whole thing, even hung around while I wrote out all the paperwork, helped the vet examine the cat (not very effectively, as it turns out, I look like I fell in a blackberry bush) and took me home afterwards. (You are an angel, really! I will bring you baking as proof.)

Cat is mainly okay, apparently. They're going to put some pins in the broken (as it turned out) leg and keep it in overnight. I'm not thinking too hard about the cost right now, although I've already mentally budgeted (goodbye M&S sandwiches, I knew thee well) to pay it off over the next few weeks. I called the RSPCA, they haven't had any reports of lost cats in my area matching the description of big, black, and apparently from the bowels of Satan's deepest pit. They also said they were very crowded and would much prefer to rehome him than stick him in Battersea or whatever.

I'm not taking the cat. That would be laughable. Maybe I'll just get them to name him after me. As a sort of punishment and memorial. Mary the cat. Sounds like an excellent idea.

new things, cat, real life, these things happen to me

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