Well it has been eventful since I last wrote about my personal life. Yesterday morning I heard a kitty meowing. I thought it was mine so when I found her I went back to bed. Hours later I took my pup for a walk/wheel, let me tell you how not fun it is to use a wheelchair in snow and ice! Anyway when we went out I seen something under my car. This little orange tom, not even a year old was under my car. He wanted attention so I promised to come back and give him scratches if he came out. Went inside dropped off the dog and took her leash with me just in case as well as a blanket and box. I wanted to be ready if the kitty needed help and he did.
So Im kneeling in the snow which i do not advise with back injuries or fibromyalgia. OUCH is all I can say. I had the leash curled and clipped to make a quick leash and collar in one if needed. So I manage to coax the kitty into trying to come out. I noticed he was shivering violently. I do mean try. The poor thing had been under there since 7am when Taylor left for work and I heard the meows. I am guessing it was middle of the night that he went under my little honda civic si (very low riding car). So with how long he had been under there before he got so cold he melted the ice enough to get his tail badly stuck and he was right under my engine!!!! Im guessing he was chased by the coyotes in the area and because I drive manual I park in the same spot and rarely get stuck and I do mean rarely only cause I do not want to jinx myself. I couldn’t start the engine and let it warm the kitty up, way to dangerous. While I was petting him i slipped the lead over his head, it is obvious at this point he needs medical help as well. I call animal control and explain whats going on and because it was after 430pm they would not be able to send some one till the next day. Utterly unacceptable and yea I raised hell. Last night hit -29*C for crying out loud, this is Alberta Canada after all. So I called my cousin who is a vet tech and asked for help. Over the phone while we were talking the cat was so desperate for warmth he yanked his tail out and damaged his tail. He lept into the blanket I had in my lap and pressed into me. He was shaking so badly I didn’t think twice about holding him close and giving him my body heat. These four legged furry companions we have love us unconditionally so it was my honor to return that love.
Oddly enough when I ran inside while a neighbor took over and watched the kitten while I grabbed some bandages (medical background, trust me I have many bandages lol including vet tape) and my car keys. While my own cat is not so keen on anyone but her dog I could use my car to warm the thing up. Now cause someone had shoveled a bunch of snow in front of my car and behind it there was no getting out. Might as well be boxed in. So holding this shivering bundle of orange fur I rev my engine up to heat it faster so I could turn on the heat inside. Now my cousin is walking me through using face time how to check his paws, which i hold up to her. they seemed ok. Then his ears, shockingly also ok and already starting to pink back up with just my body heat. She warned me to warm the kitty up very slowly or it could go into shock. Nice thing about vet medicine and human, they have similar terminology used for nearly identical problems. I know to well what that can lead to. I have lost a patient to shock. So while I am slowly turning the heat up, my seat heater is cranked to raise my body heat and keep me warm. The box and medical supplies are on the passenger seat. Finally we get to his poor tail. The end 1/3 is black and when he tore free he literally tore free. Why he chose me I do not know, it’s not like I live on a quiet street. So Joey (cause he reminded me of a baby kangaroo with how huddled he was in the blanket on my stomach lol) didnt complain even when it had to hurt as we examined the damage. He just started to freaking purr. We had to wrap the tail, it was bleeding and obviously badly frost bitten. Sadly my cousin had seen such damage before, Joey would loose the tip of his tail. But having been out there for so many hours, no food or water, it could have been so much worse!
Now I am trying to figure out how to get him medical help. While I am in my car and able to drive, in fact i would call it a need in my life as I can be in some of the worst mental states and getting behind the wheel they all are shoved to the back of my mind so I can give the road all my focus especially driving a standard old sports car LOL. My cousin is now calling places to see what we can do when my roommate Taylor gets home. He stops beside my car wondering what the heck I am up to. I explain what is going on and without hesitation despite the hell day he had he was ready to get Joey the help he was in desperate need of. I let my cousin know we were headed to the place she just found. They even take in injured wild animals… i had brought an otter there once of all things.
I put the kitty in the box because I never travel with an unrestrained animal however I get in the back seat and keep the top loose enough he can poke his head out and i can reach in and keep petting him. He has a beautiful meow and was sure vocal about his need for attention. I so wanted to keep him, while my own cat was oddly tolerant of an odd cat smell on me and didn’t go feral he needed to much help so I could not be his forever home. He purred the entire car ride while I turned green… I am not such a great back seat passenger.
We get to the animal hospital and I start to explain the story while the vet tech comes out to check him out and triage. “Fuck he is cold” she grabs him bundled in the blanket, holding him close to her chest saying comforting things to Joey as she runs to the back. Let me tell you seeing human medical personnel running is unsettling, the same is true of animal medical people. The vet himself gave me a call. He has to remove the end of the tail but not all of it. His paws had mild frost bite that they are treating, they have warm fluids running and he is resting in the lap of one of the volunteers with a heated blanket on him, he is on some pretty good pain meds to. The vet told me that the kitty was so cold a few more hours and he wouldn’t have stood a chance. He will find his forever home, the vet himself is thinking of taking the kitty home. Such a happy ending for such a very dangerous situation. I was cold for hours after even with the help of a shower and hot drinks.
He really didn’t want photos but I wanted them to recall him by. Through the night though I paid the cost of rescuing the poor guy. All night I had some horrific dreams of not making it, being chased by the coyotes myself (I do not want the t-shirt cause I have been there) the packs here are to bold by half. I tossed and turned. Kicking out supports I sleep with to keep my pain down when I wake, all my blankets were off the bed and even my cat and service dog were down on the floor but close by telling me a fair bit. I woke this morning crying for this little guy and able to think of little else. I had to put the elastics back on my wrist because the emotions were so strong and I have a habit of locking them in a box in crisis. This skill has saved many lives. However I have issues unlocking those boxes without stepping into the world of Kink and playing with my Dominate and right now I do not have a dominate.
Let me say this before you start bitchin off all the bad comments I have seen about kink. It saved my life. Simple as that. I was a cutter as a teen, lower leg and same area as I wanted to unlock those emotions, get free of them not die. When I found kink I was crossing that line mentally though with my depression and feeling pretty damn useless and like a burden to society, sadly this feeling has returned without play time which brings freedom even more intense then driving and its now at the point I need those elastics because I am finicky as hell about who I play with. It is NOTHING like fifty shades of grey, we have a name for those types of guys. Predator. The knowledge that this exists for me keeps the darker thoughts as just passing thoughts with no real power or desire.
This little kitty did not cause the issue but was the last straw so to speak before the damn broke within. You know what though? There is nothing wrong with it. IDENTIFY the issue, ADAPT to the issue, then you have OVERCOME the issue. Three simple words that belong a few military groups in a few countries.
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