Lucky the Kitten lives up to his name.
I'm still worried...yes, very worried.
I'm not sure if he'll be okay or not...but now I think he'll be fine. But for awhile there I was scared...very scared...that something bad was going to happen to him, and it was all my fault.
it was starting out as a bad enough day. i put a hole in the floor of my bedroom...which already was on its way to becoming a hole, but my accidentally stepping on it this morning sealed its fate.
Wonderful.
I also had the pleasure of watching ariel all day.
Surly, bratty, spoiled, adorable, loveable ariel.
Oy.
Eventually, Mom and Ed came home, bringing pizza for dinner. Lucky the Kitten, who was shut in the bedroom till I let him out a couple hours before, was in the kitchen.
Because he hadn't had all of his shots, we had been keeping him inside. However, he was interested...very interested...in making a break for it, and when mom and ed got home, he got his chance. THe door was opened, and the feisty kitten ran for it. I chased after him.
Then everything happened so quick, yet so slow.
A car was barelling down the road.
Lucky was running towards the road.
The car slowed down. Lucky tried to stop himself, but couldn't.
There was a sickening thump and the little guy was sent sprawling. He recovered himself and bolted under a parked car. The driver of the car that hit him, however, drove off. I boiled with rage. But my first concern was the kitten. Having no idea how badly he was hurt, I searched frantically for him.
He was by the door. By the stoop.
He was on his haunches, in the leaves, looking up at mom, ed, and ariel, and mewing.
I told them what had happened. Ariel started to cry, and we brought him inside to have a look at him.
He had managed to run away from his accident, but now he couldn't walk. He was dragging his back legs behind him. He didn't mewl or complain. He just looked sort of sad.
I was reminded of my beloved dog coco, who had died right outside the living room, struck down by the neighbor's car while I watched television one cold October night.
It was my fault. Lucky had run into the road...away from me. If something happened to him, I didn't know how I could live with myself.
He was trembling. I was concerned that he was scared and possibly in shock.
We wrapped him in a blanket and carried him to the bedroom, where I looked at him some more.
He had grease on his ear and his fur. One of his claw pads was bleeding. He had some bald patches in his fur.
He was alert, though, and docile.
Eventually, though, he tried to crawl under the bed. Ed held him like a baby, and the kitten wrestled and mewled. He was in pain, and he didn't want him to be held, but we needed to hold him...to keep him safe.
We waited to take him to the vet...since she needed about 40 minutes to get to the animal hospital.
Mom and I took him. While she drove, i held him in my arms, wrapped in a blanket like a baby.
He barely made a sound. He had messed himself, and he smelled of cat poo. But I cuddled him and comforted him. He looked out the windows at the lights of the town, with his wide, sparkling eyes, and I saw that curiosity and fascination that always got him into trouble.
We got him to the vet, and I brought him inside. When he was placed on the table, we noticed that he was able to walk a little...but he would immediately sit back down after walking a few steps.
The vet recognized him. He had just recently had his first shots, and he had stayed there while mom and ed and ariel came down to baltimore.
The vet said that everyone fell in love with little Lucky. And despite his mischief making, and his apparant deviousness, he's hard not to love. He's a sweet, affectionate cat, and even while the vet examined and probed him, he was relaxed and compliant.
A good kitty.
The vet said that, mostly likely, his pelvis is fracured. Or perhaps his hip came out of its socket. This, she said, will heal on its own, and that kittens are prone to these injuries, and thus, heal well from them.
She said she needs to take x-rays in the morning, and observe him overnight...because he may have other, more serious injuries that haven't shown themselves yet.
And anything could happen to the little guy.
All we can do is wait.
But we know that Lucky is something special. He's like no cat we've ever seen...he's got a lust for life that would make most people feel like wastrels.
He's tough, and he's a fighter, and we believe he will make a full recovery.
I guess he was named Lucky for a reason.
Hold on, kitten, be strong, your family loves you...
I'm not sure if he'll be okay or not...but now I think he'll be fine. But for awhile there I was scared...very scared...that something bad was going to happen to him, and it was all my fault.
it was starting out as a bad enough day. i put a hole in the floor of my bedroom...which already was on its way to becoming a hole, but my accidentally stepping on it this morning sealed its fate.
Wonderful.
I also had the pleasure of watching ariel all day.
Surly, bratty, spoiled, adorable, loveable ariel.
Oy.
Eventually, Mom and Ed came home, bringing pizza for dinner. Lucky the Kitten, who was shut in the bedroom till I let him out a couple hours before, was in the kitchen.
Because he hadn't had all of his shots, we had been keeping him inside. However, he was interested...very interested...in making a break for it, and when mom and ed got home, he got his chance. THe door was opened, and the feisty kitten ran for it. I chased after him.
Then everything happened so quick, yet so slow.
A car was barelling down the road.
Lucky was running towards the road.
The car slowed down. Lucky tried to stop himself, but couldn't.
There was a sickening thump and the little guy was sent sprawling. He recovered himself and bolted under a parked car. The driver of the car that hit him, however, drove off. I boiled with rage. But my first concern was the kitten. Having no idea how badly he was hurt, I searched frantically for him.
He was by the door. By the stoop.
He was on his haunches, in the leaves, looking up at mom, ed, and ariel, and mewing.
I told them what had happened. Ariel started to cry, and we brought him inside to have a look at him.
He had managed to run away from his accident, but now he couldn't walk. He was dragging his back legs behind him. He didn't mewl or complain. He just looked sort of sad.
I was reminded of my beloved dog coco, who had died right outside the living room, struck down by the neighbor's car while I watched television one cold October night.
It was my fault. Lucky had run into the road...away from me. If something happened to him, I didn't know how I could live with myself.
He was trembling. I was concerned that he was scared and possibly in shock.
We wrapped him in a blanket and carried him to the bedroom, where I looked at him some more.
He had grease on his ear and his fur. One of his claw pads was bleeding. He had some bald patches in his fur.
He was alert, though, and docile.
Eventually, though, he tried to crawl under the bed. Ed held him like a baby, and the kitten wrestled and mewled. He was in pain, and he didn't want him to be held, but we needed to hold him...to keep him safe.
We waited to take him to the vet...since she needed about 40 minutes to get to the animal hospital.
Mom and I took him. While she drove, i held him in my arms, wrapped in a blanket like a baby.
He barely made a sound. He had messed himself, and he smelled of cat poo. But I cuddled him and comforted him. He looked out the windows at the lights of the town, with his wide, sparkling eyes, and I saw that curiosity and fascination that always got him into trouble.
We got him to the vet, and I brought him inside. When he was placed on the table, we noticed that he was able to walk a little...but he would immediately sit back down after walking a few steps.
The vet recognized him. He had just recently had his first shots, and he had stayed there while mom and ed and ariel came down to baltimore.
The vet said that everyone fell in love with little Lucky. And despite his mischief making, and his apparant deviousness, he's hard not to love. He's a sweet, affectionate cat, and even while the vet examined and probed him, he was relaxed and compliant.
A good kitty.
The vet said that, mostly likely, his pelvis is fracured. Or perhaps his hip came out of its socket. This, she said, will heal on its own, and that kittens are prone to these injuries, and thus, heal well from them.
She said she needs to take x-rays in the morning, and observe him overnight...because he may have other, more serious injuries that haven't shown themselves yet.
And anything could happen to the little guy.
All we can do is wait.
But we know that Lucky is something special. He's like no cat we've ever seen...he's got a lust for life that would make most people feel like wastrels.
He's tough, and he's a fighter, and we believe he will make a full recovery.
I guess he was named Lucky for a reason.
Hold on, kitten, be strong, your family loves you...