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Sid belonged to my neighbor.
Then she moved. And left him.
Then another neighbor took him in.
Then she moved. And left him.
It took a while, but I managed to coax him over to my house, where he has lived outside for the almost four years. He is one of “front porch kitties”, about 8 stray cats I feed twice a day.
A few weeks ago, early in the morning, I stepped out to feed the porch kitties and was surprised that Sid was not in evidence. He’s always in evidence for food! But, cats being cats, I gave it no thought.
Late in the afternoon, I pulled my car into the driveway after returning from the Cross House, stepped out, and expected the “ritual”. This is when Sid and two others strays come over to greet me. I then bend down and give each some pet pets, and Sid, in particular, delights in this.
But there was no Sid to greet me that afternoon.
Then I recalled that he had been missing that morning.
And all my alarm bells rang at once.
My heart tight, I walked towards the front porch. Oh! There Sid was! He was lying down. I waved and called his name out. He was unimpressed.
I shrugged, walked over to my side door, and into my office.
Two hours later I stepped onto the front porch to feed the kitties. Sid was still in the same place, lying down. I put all the food out and, just as I was about to step inside, I realized that Sid had not moved.
In an instant, the alarm bells went off again.
Something was wrong.
I waked over to Sid, and bent down. “Sid, are you OK?”
He just laid there, with his head on the deck. He was incredibly dirty, with mud caked on his sides and head.
WHAT had happened to him?
I gently picked him up. He was kinda limp.
My heart about stopped from fear and anxiety. Oh! Poor Sid!
Sid went to vet the next morning. The vet had no explanation for his condition, which centered on his hind legs or hip not working quite right. The vet said the hip was not broken, and both legs were not broken, even though something was very obviously wrong.
At the end of the visit I quietly asked: “Is he dying?”
The vet firmly replied no.
And for the first time since the previous afternoon, I felt some hope.
Sid has been in the house ever since. He received a comb-out that first day, which got most of the mud off. After two days, he got a bath. Sid was not happy about that, but was clearly pleased after he dried off. Golly, he was soooooooo silky!
He eats like a pig, and drinks like a fish. He is walking better but something is still just not right. Importantly, he does know what a litter box is for! I had not known this.
My friend Patricia said one of her cats had something similar happen, and it took three months for him to walk normally again. Did Sid sprain a muscle? Did he get hit by a car? Did he twist something while climbing a tree?
Sid walks around the house, well, hardly at all. But he is walking. He has figured out how to get on my desk.
I have let him back outside twice, after he indicated, maybe, wanting to go outside. After ten minutes though I opened the door…and he darted back in. Well, sorta darted.
Until he is 100%, I plan to keep him inside, and suspect that Sid quite agrees with this decision. And if he is never 100% again? He will become, officially, another Ross Cat.
NOTE: Gray and New Kitty are not happy about any of this.