|The story of Minuet (X-posted)
||[Nov. 16th, 2003|10:33 am]
Minuet is so strong--she came through so much just to be here today. She managed to find food (and eat it) with a broken jaw until it finally healed. She was down to weighing 3.3 pounds when we found her, yet she still had enough strength to put up quite a fight when my mother put her in the cat box. She lived through a very cold winter, all by herself. And who knows what else.
And now she's here with us. This is the story of how we found her.
The first time I saw the little grey cat, she was up on the fence outside an office building. She was emaciated beyond belief, even with my mother feeding her every day. She had what looked like a mouthful of rotting teeth. We later learned that one of the offices in the building had called animal control to take care of this threat to their business. I guess they thought she looked so scary that people wouldn't come into the office if they saw her.
We knew that she would be killed if animal control got their hands on her, so we knew we had to save her. My mother and I went to the nearest vet's office, got a cat box, and raced back. She was nowhere to be found. We put more food out, and finally she came out. I was so happy to see that she was all right. My mother grabbed her, and Minuet put up quite a fight. We finally got her into the box, though.
Then we went to the vet's office, and found out as much as we probably ever will about her history. Her jaw had been broken, and what had looked like a rotting tooth sticking out of her mouth was actually part of her jawbone. They removed it, which left a tooth that stuck out of her mouth at a weird angle, a result of the broken bone. Today we suspect that Minuet had been abused--who knows by who--and that's how her jaw got broken. The reason is that if we come up to her too fast, even today, she shrinks back and cringes. Poor little girl.
We learned other things at the vet's too--she was a girl, weighed 3.3 pounds, was full-grown yet still young, and had an eye infection. They gave us medicine for her eyes and mouth, and we headed for home.
So that's how we got her. We gave her lots of food at home, and she wanted someone to be with her constantly. I remember sitting in the hall (her favored room), eating dinner with one hand and petting Minuet with the other. She wanted to be pet constantly.
Then, besides her having tapeworm, which was easily treated, she recovered completely. Now she's here with us, and seems to be very happy. She doesn't have to hunt for her food anymore, she has constant attention, and she doesn't have to be out in the cold. I'm grateful that she's here, and she's taught me so much.