Little monster

So the other night I'm driving home and this little fur-ball speed-limps/lopes across the road in front of me and into the ditch. By the way he was hobbling, I'm thinking he's been hit and has a broken leg so I stop and he stops and we look at each other. I put on my flashers and get out and when I approach he hops deeper into the tall grass and turns and meows at me. We do this a couple of times and I'm deep in the wet tall grass now and I'm wearing shorts and sandals. I crouch down and he turns and comes right to me so I scoop him up and carry him to the car. In the car I can smell the funk, and once we're home I see the blood on my shorts where he rode in my lap. I call the vet and leave a message that I'll be bringing him in the next morning.



I won't gross you out with pics of the wounds, but he had a DEEP laceration (tendons were cut) on a hind leg, and a serious abrasion on a front leg. That's in addition to an upper respiratory infection and ear mites. But with a slew of medicines, everything is healing nicely.

So far, I've spent $1K, and he hasn't even had all his shots or been fixed yet. I wasn't looking for another cat (I have 2 brother cats already) but he has decided that I belong to him, so I guess I now have three. He's in my lap snoring as I post this.

Anyway, with all the political/negative posts here, I wanted to share this little bit of joy.