A few days before we went to the beach for vacation, I headed over to our local BigLots store to see if they had any of the beach chairs we like. I pulled into the parking lot right at opening time and from the corner of my eye I spotted what looked like a rolled up shirt laying on the asphalt. The closer I got I could see it was a small curled up cat, and it wasn’t moving, even though I was very close to it with the car engine running.
When I walked over to get a closer look I could see it was breathing shallow breaths, and was unconscious. He had blood coming from his nose and mouth and I was sure he would have passed by the time I got back, but I ran into the store and asked if they had a box I could have and they were so nice. They gave me a box with a lid and even a pair of rubber coated gardening gloves to pick the poor little guy up with.
I took him to the vet and although he didn’t have any broken bones, he had extensive internal bleeding. My vet’s best guess was that he had been kicked in his abdomen. He stayed with the vet for a week and slowly healed. He was so underweight that he gained almost two pounds in one week. I told myself I’d find him a home, that he could not stay here…I’m not a cat person, I’m a dog person.
So I guess by now you’ve figured out how this story ends. Without further adieu, meet Burt.
He’s the cuddliest, sweetest, most grateful little animal ever. I swear he knows he’s been saved and he’s happy about it! If a cat could smile, his would be ear to ear.
Billy and I think the vet’s guess about how he ended up with his injuries must be correct. It’s taken weeks, but Burt has just now stopped running from the room when Billy walks through. He was absolutely terrified of Billy’s feet in motion. If Billy was laying on the floor Burt was all over him, but the minute he started to walk away, Burt ran for cover.
I suppose it was inevitable, between my favorite gardening hat with the huge rip in it, and all the cats, dogs, horses, guinea pigs and chickens running around here, I guess I am turning into an eccentric Southern lady…and I’m O.K. with that. Now if I can just avoid ending up on an episode of hoarders, I’ll be good.