Let me tell you a story about that cat that proves that a cat has nine lives maybe even more. It happened this way; it was a typical morning when I was scrambling to get to work on time. I had just started the car when I heard such a racket like you’ve never heard before. It was a sort of hissing and spitting sound with a clunking and bumping sound and them all was quiet.
I quickly shut the engine off, jumped out of the car but saw nothing, so I opened the hood to take a peek. For some reason the fan belt was laying there cut in half and there seemed to be long claw marks like something was desperately trying to hold on. I soon figured out what had happed as I saw what looked like a dead Siamese cat lying on the ground under the car.
It appeared that old Kink had been startled from a sound sleep beside the engine as it started up, and in his panic had jumped in the way of the fan belt. This pulled him into the fan breaking the belt and tearing a six-inch strip of fur off his back. It was in his terror of trying to escape the fan that he had left the long claw marks in the steel of the car body.
I went running into the house and told Sandy that I had killed old Kink and that he was still under the car looking quite dead. We both went running outside and as we rounded the corner of the house who should we meet but poor old Kink staggering like a drunk and meowing in the most pitiful way. I thought any minute he was going to fall down he was staggering so badly. I rushed over to him and cradled him in my arms and took him inside and made a bed for him. He didn’t seem to have any broken bones, which was a miracle, but he looked so chewed up I knew he was hurting all over, especially where his back had been scraped raw by the radiator fan. We phoned the vet who said there was nothing he could do and if there were no broken bones, we should just do what we were doing until he was healed.
Old Kink however did not like the six-inch scab that formed on his back and kept grabbing it in his teeth and ripping it off down to raw meat. To prevent him doing further damage to himself we cut holes in a wool work sock and made him a wool suit, which he had to wear until his back was completely healed, as he kept pulling the scab off otherwise.
We loved that old cat even more even with crossed eyes, as a little while later a car hit him and sort of screwed his left eye up so we now knew for sure that he had at least ten lives. After that every time he saw a car driving by in the street he would growl and run the other direction. I tried holding him once as a car drove by and he about scratched me to pieces in his desperation to run the other way.
At last the day came when we suspected that old Kink had used up his eleventh and last life as he went missing and we feared for the worst. On checking around the neighborhood we discovered that the neighbor across the street had found a cat that had dragged itself up by the shrubs next to his house and died. We went over and sure enough it was old Kink who had run out of lives. We were all terrible sad and carried him home where we gave him an honourable burial in the back yard. Bobby shed some tears but we all felt like crying as Kink had wormed his way into all of our hearts and we knew we would miss him.
I quickly shut the engine off, jumped out of the car but saw nothing, so I opened the hood to take a peek. For some reason the fan belt was laying there cut in half and there seemed to be long claw marks like something was desperately trying to hold on. I soon figured out what had happed as I saw what looked like a dead Siamese cat lying on the ground under the car.
It appeared that old Kink had been startled from a sound sleep beside the engine as it started up, and in his panic had jumped in the way of the fan belt. This pulled him into the fan breaking the belt and tearing a six-inch strip of fur off his back. It was in his terror of trying to escape the fan that he had left the long claw marks in the steel of the car body.
I went running into the house and told Sandy that I had killed old Kink and that he was still under the car looking quite dead. We both went running outside and as we rounded the corner of the house who should we meet but poor old Kink staggering like a drunk and meowing in the most pitiful way. I thought any minute he was going to fall down he was staggering so badly. I rushed over to him and cradled him in my arms and took him inside and made a bed for him. He didn’t seem to have any broken bones, which was a miracle, but he looked so chewed up I knew he was hurting all over, especially where his back had been scraped raw by the radiator fan. We phoned the vet who said there was nothing he could do and if there were no broken bones, we should just do what we were doing until he was healed.
Old Kink however did not like the six-inch scab that formed on his back and kept grabbing it in his teeth and ripping it off down to raw meat. To prevent him doing further damage to himself we cut holes in a wool work sock and made him a wool suit, which he had to wear until his back was completely healed, as he kept pulling the scab off otherwise.
We loved that old cat even more even with crossed eyes, as a little while later a car hit him and sort of screwed his left eye up so we now knew for sure that he had at least ten lives. After that every time he saw a car driving by in the street he would growl and run the other direction. I tried holding him once as a car drove by and he about scratched me to pieces in his desperation to run the other way.
At last the day came when we suspected that old Kink had used up his eleventh and last life as he went missing and we feared for the worst. On checking around the neighborhood we discovered that the neighbor across the street had found a cat that had dragged itself up by the shrubs next to his house and died. We went over and sure enough it was old Kink who had run out of lives. We were all terrible sad and carried him home where we gave him an honourable burial in the back yard. Bobby shed some tears but we all felt like crying as Kink had wormed his way into all of our hearts and we knew we would miss him.
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