I had lots of plans for yesterday. A big long list of things I wanted to accomplish. That was until about 8:00 am when I heard a horrible commotion at our front gate. Now crashing of the gate is not uncommon. One kid ran into them as a new driver, others slam them like, well I don't know what like, but they slam them too hard and our dog crashes into them trying to protect us from flies and bugs in the front yard.
This was different and my dog was inside so what heck was that sound. I run to the kitchen to see a woman trying to get a leash on a husky and then dashes into a car and drives off.
I started to search around and to check and see what had happened and then I realized our old boy Sneakers is usually sleeping in his little bed in the mornings on our front porch. He is 13 and the best darn cat ever.
I go out front and see lots of paw prints and cat hair and start to really freak. Where is my cat? I searched all around and finally found him on the back wall. He was completely freaked out too. Scared, he tried climbing the telephone poll to get away from me and fell. Oh poor guy.
I ran in and called my husband cause he is the other side of my brain and I needed him to calm me down. So while on the phone with him I took a little tuna juice in a bowl and put it on the wall and he finally came over lured by the scent.
I scooped him up and brought him in for an exam. He was muddy from the planter I am sure he tried to escape in, and full of dog slobber and a little banged up but thank God he seemed more mentally injured than anything else.
I put him in with his food and fresh water and he slept there for a while and just left him to calm down.
Later he left and I found him hiding in the corner of our den so we left him quietly.
He finally jumped up on the couch and we let him rest and he slept there for about eight hours until my hubby came home and he scooped him up and cuddled him cause the only two males in our house have a bond and if I was sad for the cat, you know my husband was even more so.
He checked him over really well and he had some missing claws we hope are still stuck in that dog but he seems fine but traumatized.
He slept in the service porch last night all cuddly and safe as he always does but he has not asked to go out yet. I wonder if he will ever sleep in his little bed made for him by my hubby again. I hope he can forget soon poor guy, but needless to say I didn't get much done on my list. I was shot.
Yes he is an indoor/outdoor kitty. He was a rescue and he was living outside full time when we rescued him. He loves to be outdoors but we do bring him in at night. I know too dogs will be dogs and it is really the owner's fault but it is life and things happen and I just wanted to share cause if you have pets you know what I felt. We love them like family.