I read a post last night about a
grey cat that was found wandering the streets in Toronto in terrible shape. It was young, hungry and had a damaged tail. It needed help. Someone found it in time. "It will be ok," they wrote, "with a lot of care."
I got thinking about
Audrey and imagined her lost on the streets.I thought about how often I have to get her out of a predicament.
Just last night, she found her way into a shopping bag and proceeded to destroy it, only to get her head caught in the handle. She was unable to free herself and went flying down the 2nd floor hall making a huge racket. She was so scared she went straight under my bed and lodged herself in the corner. I had to reach in and drag her out to release her head from the bag. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She thought she was going to die.
The thought of this little maniac, lost and helpless, wandering the streets, getting herself into unspeakable situations made this lost cat's plight all the more vivid. This cat that was found last night was under a year old. I can just imagine the fear and the confusion for this little lost soul. Our
Audrey, at one year of age, needs to be supervised at the best of times.
"I'm very smart"
She has fallen down behind dressers, slipped and fell behind the washing machine, has jumped into the clothes dryer, was rescued from a toilet and actually made her way into the fridge while someone stood there with the door open making a very important decision on lunch ingredients. She will chase anything and bit into an angry wasp leaving her writhing on the floor with a fat mouth for hours. Young cats are fearless and rather idiotic.
Audrey on the streets would be a tragedy in the works..
Last night I held her and hugged her silly head.
The little lunatic lion.
hugs, Deb
