posted on Jan, 8 2013 @ 01:21 PM
I have one cat story (Whiskey, the horse from before features in this one too).
It was June I think, and my daughter was six. She had wanted to ride the day before, but we had been busy, so I had her up on that horse by 6:00 in
the morning. After about an hour of toodling about on the horse, I was honestly thinking about calling it a day, when my daughters gray tabby cat
that she had named Senna came sauntering down the drive way.
Now this cat was really only partial to my daughter. I could pet her if I approached carefully, and she wouldn't have much to do with my husband at
all. This cat would follow our daughter around like a puppy though. She could approach this cat at a dead run, scoop her up under her arms with her
hind end swinging, and the cat would just put up with it. It was weird.
Oddly, when we got her spayed the cat became more skittish and fay. She would wander away for days, and then turn up like everything was normal, but
she was always the same to our daughter.
That day, I spotted her as she came in. She sat down in the gravel drive way, and she was just staring at us. She started to meow and head back down
the drive. There was just something about how she kept meowing and stopping and looking back that made me feel like she wanted us to follow. I
approached (I was leading Whiskey, my daughter still on his back), and petted her. I was surprised she stayed still with the horse right there. She
wound around my legs, and then Whiskey's front legs (which was strange), and then she continued walking down the drive way and looking back at us.
Gods truth that horse and I looked at each other, and shared a moment of communication; both of us seemed to be of the same mind that we should follow
the cat. So off we go. Senna the cat in front, me leading Whiskey with my daughter, my black german shepherd just behind him, and Senna's sister
Sammi decided to go along at the last minute and was taking up the rear. I guess she wondered what the parade was about.
The west end of our property is bordered by a little river, and there is a dirt track road that goes down there; this links to the drive way; and down
that road was where Senna wanted to go. She led us all the way to the river. Much of it is wild and overgrown, but the little road cut in goes right
up to the waters edge.
Senna had disappeared into the bushes at some point. I looked around and saw nothing, and I was starting to feel a little silly, when I heard the
faintest meowing. So I am poking around trying to find this cat I'm hearing, and not having much luck, when Whiskey turns against the lead rope,
taking it out of my hand, moves a few paces into the trees and points his nose into the brush. I walk up, grab the lead rope, and go to walk off, and
it was like pulling on a wall. It must have looked like a Charlie Chaplin skit. I turned toward him, and pulled the lead; he would give his head,
but his legs were locked into the ground. I was getting irritated, I must admit, this wasn't like Whiskey, and my kid was up there. It finally
occurred to me that the meowing was really loud, and about then out pops an orange kitten. I look around and there is Senna lying on the ground all
cool and calm, waiting for us to catch on.
I just walked up to that kitten and scooped him up, kind of without thinking. Once he was in my arms I was surprised he didn't run or struggle, but
he relaxed; just sort of melted and got limp.
So the whole parade troops back home, and it was there that we figured out how injured he was. I don't know what got a hold of him, but it took
part of his left ear, about 2/3's of his tail (there was bone sticking out, and maggots in it), and his paw pads were just sores. But after some
minor surgery on the tail (which the vet did for free), some antibiotics and a lot of food he came out of it alright. Strange little cat though...
Even stranger how the whole rescue played out like some Lassie parody, but it really did happen that way.