She called for her cat to come in for the night; her voice raised a few octaves just has she has done a hundred times before. Here kitty kitty, time to come in; her lips were pursed as she made kissing noises, come on in, come on kitty, here kitty, kitty, kitty but he still didn’t come to the door. It was getting late and she was getting worried; he always came running anytime she called him, like a dog would. The clock struck 10pm and finally she heard a faint scratching at the back door. Relived she ran and opened it only to find her cat was bleeding profusely and in obvious shock. Distress set in as she witnessed the poor animal struggle to drag itself in over the threshold into the kitchen and once in, he stood there and looked at her with pleading eyes. His tiny body was twisted like a pretzel; one leg was going the wrong way while the other barely had any fur or skin left on it, the wound so deep you could see bone. His jaw looked like it wasn’t attached and went off to the side. He was a mess covered in his own blood and feces; she wondered how on earth he ever made it back to the house.
Holding her head in her hands and pacing around in circles around the kitchen floor she started to panic not knowing what to do first. Her heart was breaking for the pain and suffering her cat was enduring. Within a few minutes she composed herself and phoned the on call veterinarian and was instructed to wrap him in a towel, put him in a deep box and bring him in ASAP.
On the ride in, her cat was really starting to feel its pain and began howling. She thought she was going to lose her mind in the short 5 minute ride to the vet’s office. Once in the parking lot, she barely had the car in park as she opened the back door to grab the box her shattered cat was in and ran him into the awaiting veterinarian.
Tears were streaming down her face and hysteria was in her voice as she screamed to the veterinarian, put him down, put him down; just put him out of his misery! With the patience of Job, he calmed her down and while examining the cat, he admitted it looked a hell of a lot worse than it really was but he could save her beloved pet. Without hesitation she gave him the OK; she loved this cat like he was her very own child. She hated to leave him behind but at least she didn’t have to leave the vet office with a heavy heart.
Miraculously, after weeks in the hospital, a few surgeries, a couple pins and lots of stitches, her cat was finally able to come home. Never again will her voice have to raise a few octaves to call her cat inside, never again will she have to fret and worry when he doesn’t come to the door; she is the proud owner of a new and very expensive indoor cat.
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This is a very nicely-done piece, full of detail and texture and, though you don't appear here directly, it all certainly sounds like d'seng. But you'd have a hard time convincing me that it's about anything other than your own experience. In other words, the point of the week is to write about something that is really a step from your own life but that still sounds like you.
ReplyDeleteI'm not really complaining, just sayin.'
I know, I know..again, I contemplated sending this because it seemed sooooo 3rd person....but it was easy to write...Cha Ching....I don't see a rewrite after your comment though!!!! WOO HOOO.I'm excited about my collage piece (week 15) and have been throwing the "Simpsons" around in my head.
ReplyDeleteI am very sensitive to the word 'rewr-te' and only use it when it's needed and never forget about it, so if you don't see it, you done good.
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