I've always wondered what it meant when people said "Don't wake up on the wrong side of the bed." This of course has more meaning than just physically waking up, but I always thought there will be a more practical way to life, and believing in this was plain superstition.
I was (sort of) proved wrong today.
We've moved into a new row house in a beautiful society, and my cats do have a great time there considering the vast amount of space they have to run around. They don't always stay at home - we lock the door at night, so they sleep anywhere they find space and comfort. Likewise, one of our cats (Dipti) slept under our car last night.
Fever has made me cranky and pissed off, and I was nursing a cup of hot tea sitting on the swing right outside our main door. The driver came home, took the keys and started the car. All of a sudden, I saw this cat limp and drag her way across, though really fast and jump to the storage room near the car park. I couldn't figure out which cat it was, as 4 of our cats looks very similar. But I understood what had happened and instantly started screaming for my dad. He dropped whatever he was doing, and rushed out to help the baby.
About 5-6 months of age, she had just recently been neutered. A cat as tiny as her, and a car as big as a Xylo. Running over her had caused the surgical stitches to open up, the reason for her bleeding. Her legs had been paralyzed/fractured for sure, evident it was. The sad part, though in great shock, she wasn't even crying or whining in pain.
We rushed her to the doctor, and within minutes of reaching there, she passed away. Not because of the pain, but because of the shock. She probably wasn't strong enough to withhold that level of trauma.
It was her misfortune. If there's one silver lining, it is this - If I hadn't been sitting in the swing cribbing about the rain, nobody would have seen her run into the storage room hurt. In which, she would have died a slow, painful death and none of us would have even known.
She slept last night, possibly thinking of what games to play with her sibling in the morning, or when she's going to eat her next meal.
Little did she know, her wake up alarm would be a gigantic tyre crushing her bones and ending her life.
I was (sort of) proved wrong today.
We've moved into a new row house in a beautiful society, and my cats do have a great time there considering the vast amount of space they have to run around. They don't always stay at home - we lock the door at night, so they sleep anywhere they find space and comfort. Likewise, one of our cats (Dipti) slept under our car last night.
Fever has made me cranky and pissed off, and I was nursing a cup of hot tea sitting on the swing right outside our main door. The driver came home, took the keys and started the car. All of a sudden, I saw this cat limp and drag her way across, though really fast and jump to the storage room near the car park. I couldn't figure out which cat it was, as 4 of our cats looks very similar. But I understood what had happened and instantly started screaming for my dad. He dropped whatever he was doing, and rushed out to help the baby.
About 5-6 months of age, she had just recently been neutered. A cat as tiny as her, and a car as big as a Xylo. Running over her had caused the surgical stitches to open up, the reason for her bleeding. Her legs had been paralyzed/fractured for sure, evident it was. The sad part, though in great shock, she wasn't even crying or whining in pain.
We rushed her to the doctor, and within minutes of reaching there, she passed away. Not because of the pain, but because of the shock. She probably wasn't strong enough to withhold that level of trauma.
It was her misfortune. If there's one silver lining, it is this - If I hadn't been sitting in the swing cribbing about the rain, nobody would have seen her run into the storage room hurt. In which, she would have died a slow, painful death and none of us would have even known.
Little did she know, her wake up alarm would be a gigantic tyre crushing her bones and ending her life.
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| When Dipti and her siblings were little babies |
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