As I was waiting for the bus on Friday, one of the other mothers came across the way and remarked on a cat sitting VERY still on the walk. We joked about it but after the bus carted the kids away, we all went over to look. He sat balled up but his head...was twisted to the side as if he were listening to the ground. I was the only one who didn't have little ones left over, so I approached it. It was warm but when I reached out to it, it fell to its side unable to move. It mewed. One eye was gone, it's fur was torn and raggedy. I knocked on the door to the house, just to make sure it wasn't HER cat dying on the walk. It wasn't. It was a stray. Poor thing. She gave me a towel and I wrapped it up like a baby and put it on the front seat of my car, called my girlfriend who manages an animal shelter and zoomed up. My passenger slid around in the seat, swatted the zippers on my purse and snuggled against my hands. It was cold, emaciated and tagless. Poor thing.
I dropped him off and did what I needed. They were shipping him up to the vet to have them take a look. They whisked him away into an exam room. They said they'd call me later. I felt so sorry for that poor thing. I got the call around 2pm. After I left, the med staff went in to examine it. I didn't (nor did they) know if it had been hit, attacked or was simply dying. During their look-see, the cat ummmm had a melt down? It went insane; hissing clawing at anything and nothing. Their first suspicion since there were no injuries that they could find? Advanced stage rabies.
Say it with me....
FABULOUS!!!!!
Although I am thankful that it didn't bite one of the kids, I am utterly amazed that this Feline Cujo didn't attack my face at a stop sign leaving me bruised and beaten in the front seat.
But it doesn't stop there. Oh no. This MORNING I had to take the kids shopping and as we pulled into the culdesac, I saw a large white pony/dog: no tags and a couple of scratches. It sauntered between my neighbors' houses. I zipped up the drive and stuffed the kids in the house ASAP. I dashed back to snag the boxes in the trunk.
My luck? I slam the trunk, step around the car and sure as sh*t, this mammoth is between me and the house. It's a pit/lab/stegosaurus mix--with a little poodle thrown in so it doesn't shed; let's call it an "I'm-gonna-eat-you-oodle" Cute huh?
It's white with the blackest eyes I've ever seen.(Must come from its father...SATAN?)Feet that could crush a beer can and a couple of lovely gashes in its side leading me to believe it has won its last couple of jack-slappings.
All I have to defend myself is a Target bag of size 2 sneakers, a 3-pack of comfort leisure socks and twenty pony-tail holders. Survivor man would struggle here.
He lowers his head (he's either going to charge or leap and knock me down, swallowing me whole)He goes the OTHER way around the car and I scoot into the garage and push the button. I'm heading up the steps when Moby Dawg meanders in and catches the sensor. Now we're together...for all eternity. The kids have been peeking through the access door. They slam it shut and I hear it click. Niiiiiice.
He stands at the foot of the stairs. He sniffs. If he drops his butt and takes a dump, I'll be ecstatic but PLEASE don't eat me. I'm thinking about rabies. I'm thinking this is gonna hurt. I'm wondering if I can wedge those new sneakers in his mouth to prop it open...
I feel his breath on my jeans. He nudges my shin. Am I too bony? He licks my Target bag and wags his tail. His ears go back. He pants, wags a little more(his back end giving that playful shimmy) and carefully licks my hand. He nuzzles it. Then he nuzzles the bag of dog food sitting on the floor. I pour some out. He wags and as I'm bent over, he kisses my head, head-butts me and chuffs in my ear. He paws at the floor. I get him a bowl of water and back away. He has a slurp or two, looks up and saunters out. He disappeared.
The kids thought they saw him wandering through the development later; running down the street like that dog in "Funny Farm" that just keeps going...
Poooor thing.
Hey Winston? Loooook what IIIIIII found outsiiiiide...a PLAYMATE!
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