|I love you, Minuet
||[May. 14th, 2003|04:29 pm]
|||||U2--The Joshua Tree||]|
Today I'm going to tell the story of my little gray cat, Minuet, and how she wound up living here. It's an interesting, as well as a sad, story.
While sitting in the car at one of my mother's clients' offices(she works for attorneys), I happened to spot a very dirty and emaciated grey cat. I had heard my mother and sister talking about this little cat, but had never before gotten to see her. From what I had heard, she had a combination of gray fur and cream-colored spots, as well as teeth in a condition that looked beyond anyone's skill to heal. On the whole, she looked on the verge of death, or something to that degree.
My mother had been bringing her food whenever she got the chance, which today was in the form of hamburger. We stood and watched as she ate the whole burger and then was looking for more. We fed her every time we went to that office, and even made some special trips. Then, one day, we found that her life was in danger.
The office had called Animal Control to take what they thought was a horrible-looking cat and a threat to their business, away. When my mother heard about this, we knew we had to rescue her. We rushed to the nearest vet, bought a cardboard box, and rushed back. To our relief the little cat was still there. We brought her to the vet's, where we found out many things about her. She was a girl, and was to the clinical point of emaciation. She had a cold and infections in both eyes, and weighed only 3 or 4 pounds. Her lack of food had stunted her growth. And the reason her teeth looked so bad was the fact that her jaw had been broken(we think it was by a person because the break is in a place not easily reached by a car, and no other, more reachable part of her face was damaged), and that it had healed with a piece of bone sticking out of her mouth, which they promptly removed.
Mama was originally going to give her to Town Cats, when we brought her home she decided against it. Minuet did not take kindly to having medicine shoved down her throat and into her eyes, but she liked everyone except Mama(who was the one who gave her the medicine, but Minuet forgave her for that later on). She wanted to be pet in every spare moment that she was not eating, and we tried our best to do this.
But out of all the people in our house( and this is the wierdest part), she liked me the most, and therefore I spent hours each day in the hallway, her preferred place at that time, with her. As the days went by we decided that she should be in my room, and she has lived there ever since. She has turned into a very vocal, and now very spoiled(but she deserves it), little cat, and is at a healthy weight, her weight having doubled. I love her so much, that's all I can say! I think I'll go pet her some more right now.