A few blogs ago I wrote about my experience with our little girl's cat. She was run over, rushed to a vet late in the bight. Underwent surgery for a crushed pelvis, a broken hip bone and a broken leg. She was put in a cast and had to be cared for as far as elimination was concerned. In other words she had to be cleaned whenever she crapped. I left the story with my family caring for her needs. In the words of Paul Harvey on his old radio show "now you will hear the rest of the story."
The girls had named her "kitty cat mousy" for her habit of leaving a freshly killed rodent on the back porch every morning. Maybe she thought of it as a breakfast treat for the family. Who can know what a cat thinks. She remembered though that was when she got in trouble, she headed home for help. And help was there. With the TLC of two little nurses and their mother, she finally healed. She was a little crooked and her gait was peculiar. We knew she was OK when we found two dead mice on the back porch one morning. I can only assume she brought one for each of her two nurses.
Everything went well, life was good until nature called and she went into heat. We were so intent on saving her life no one thought of having her spayed; The vet explained that with all her other injuries it would have probably have killed her at the time. The feline mating procedure is for the female to lay on her belly and raise her rear. The tomcat wraps his front paws around her and bites her neck to hold her steady. For cats, breeding is very painful for her. This is though, the usual procedure.
Kitty because of her pelvis could not raise her rear so she lay on her back and spread her back legs. This confused her boyfriend no end but they finally worked it out and she conceived.
My job at the time involved out of town travel and meetings with crews around each area. Thus when the day finally arrived, I was in Florida preparing to meet with about ten people. My wife called me to tell me Kitty was in distress and stuck trying to get through the birth. I told her to get her to the vet and do whatever. She called again and this vet didn't want to do an expensive job without some assurance of being paid. I told her to get me at the motel. The crews arrived unaware of what was transpiring. I got the call during the meeting and the men heard one side. I asked the doctor if a cesarean was absolutely necessary and if one or both of them might die without it. I finally told him to do it and I would take responsibility for payment. One of my men looked at me with a stricken face and asked "is your wife having a baby" and I was tempted for a moment but answered "no, my cat" as relieved laughter sounded thru the room.
Kitty delivered three beautiful kittens as her first and last pregnancy. We lived happily for a long time.through her lifetime. I was glad to have known of her.
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