yesterday paul called me in a panic. he had just returned home from walking chewy, our boxer dog. he could hear another dog barking in the yard next door, and that was followed by a cat screaming and howling. it sounded like our little cat, miller, so paul ran over to the fence where he could see miller laying on the ground, clawing desperately at this big dog’s face. paul yelled out to the dog…and the dog grabbed miller by the stomach, shaking him violently side to side. paul dropped our dog’s leash and ran over to our little cat’s rescue. the dog threw miller off to the side and ran away.
miller tried to get up and walk, but his hind leg appeared to be broken. when paul got to him, he was covered in dog slobber, leaves, grass and cat poo. he was so scared he had shit himself.
if you hate cats, i don’t want to hear your comments. i don’t want to hear things like, “it’s JUST a cat,” or “who cares that much about a cat,” or “cats are worthless.” you are wrong and you will be judged for your cat hatred later by a higher power. the fact of the matter is that paul and i LOVE this cat. he’s got long silky hair, he’s got a great little cat attitude and he gets along so well with our boxer dog. he’s a very good companion and we love him dearly.
paul got to miller and picked him up gently. he could see that the skin on miller’s stomach had been ripped open, but there was no blood and his guts weren’t hanging out. he could just see the sac that the guts are encased in on the inside of his little cat body. he called me to let me know what was going on so i could call a vet.
i called the vet and they asked us to bring him in right away. paul had to wrestle with miller to get him into the cat carrier, because even with his gut hanging open, he was NOT getting in that thing.
i called the sheriff’s department and reported the issue. even though this dog has killed other cats (i’ve heard from my neighbors, but it’s not proven), this is the first report they’ve had about this dog. the owner must get the dog tested for rabies and quarantine him for 10 days. i’m sure he’s upset with us, but he’s not the one holding a very expensive vet bill (i don’t know what the final damages are just yet…stay tuned for an update).
the vet called me last night when he was done operating on miller and let me know that he was doing well, but still sleeping and that we could pick him up sometime today.
here’s the ONLY funny part about this story: i had paul ask the vet if he could neuter the little guy, as we were going to have to pay for anesthesia anyway. poor miller. he got attacked by a huge dog and had his “boys” removed all in one day. now THAT’S a cat diary i’d really like to read.
