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Minuet [Aug. 15th, 2003|11:14 am]
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I wanted to share this beautiful story, if any of you are interested.
I'm going to tell the story of our little gray cat, Minuet, and how she wound up living here. It's a sad, yet hopeful, 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 a hamburger. I know we should have gotten her more nutritious food, but we figured that fat was what she needed at that point. We stood and watched as she ate the whole burger and 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 away what they thought was a horrible-looking cat and a threat to their business. 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 only weighed a little over 3 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 the veterinarian promptly removed.
Mama was originally going to give her to Town Cats, an organization designed to find homes for cats, but 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 my mother (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 more than doubled.
And I guess that's about the end of my story. She's still doing quite well, and we're all very thankful for that. Hopefully I will be able to post some pictures of her soon :)

[User Picture]From: mallory5
2003-08-15 07:01 pm (UTC)
Awww...that's so sweet! Reminds me of last month, when I spent a week searching for a lost cat I had seen in my neighborhood (only to find out she was already home but the people didn't take the signs down >_>...but that's another story). That's a really nice story ^_^
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[User Picture]From: minuetcat
2003-08-15 07:04 pm (UTC)
Thanks :) That was very nice of you to do that as well.
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From: treepatter
2003-08-15 08:10 pm (UTC)
Wonderful story! Was the vet able to figure out about how old she is?
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[User Picture]From: minuetcat
2003-08-15 08:15 pm (UTC)
Thanks :)
We asked about that, but all they could tell us for sure was that she was at least two, but no more than ten. That leaves about eight years in between, so that doesn't help much. I get the impression that she's less than five, though.
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