Due to being under the weather recently I haven't had the energy to put my creative juices to the test. Since my "staff" (pets) are also a huge part of my family and lifestyle. Each has a unique story and personality.
As far as felines go, Simon, and Emma Louise (Emme) are the exact opposite. Emme is female, of course, quite a bit younger (5 yrs. old) and still loves to play. Simon DETESTS the outdoors, Emma was nearly killed by it but still longs for it. We've had her since she was a small kitten, rescued from the neighbors neglect. She is very loving and becomes so involved in rolling around on a person's lap, she falls off occasionally. She is the feline version of our princess.
Three years ago, during the height of Emme's obsession with trying to go outside, she would make every attempt to escape during dog transfers, people going in and out (especially when it's not someone in the house everyday to remember the rule), etc. She was often easily caught, not so much soon thereafter. When she did get out and we couldn't immediately find her, we would get up in the morning to her on one of the porches wanting to come in. The always worried me; we live on a very busy state route which semis use all the time to connect to towns farther off the interstate. The last, time, she didn't come home for 3 days. My mother and kids had already walked up and down the road looking for her. We drove around.
On the morning of the fourth day, I opened the front door to let the dogs out and Emme was laying on the porch. She was filthy, dried blood on her hind area, and she couldn't walk. She could only crawl. She had no control of her bladder and released it while I made a soft bed and we cleaned her up as best I could. Even in obvious great pain, she rubbed her head against me and meowed. At the vet, the news wasn't great. Both hips were broken and she was greatly dehydrated. One hip was broken in more then one piece. Our vet said she had probably gotten hit by a car and the dried blood and her condition told him she probably had crawled the entire way home, crawled through our picket fence and crawled up the large cement stairs to the front porch. Emme knows which door we use for the dogs:the front. The vet said she must really have wanted to get home.
After a few days she could come home, hydrated, with antibiotics, and complete crate rest for a couple of months. Emme healed and has no limp or indication she was injured. We spoil her rotten. She, respectfully, will edit and select all outdoor post photos and story lines.
Jody
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