I'm sad today. We have a cat, she was a stray that decided she would live with us about a year ago. She has six toes on both of her front feet. So cute. Anyhoo, I'm a bad cat mom, not to mention poor, and we never got her fixed.
So she had a litter of two kittens several months ago. The friendlier of the two disappeared at about eight weeks. We think some of the kids that walk past our house on the way to school may have scooped her up. The more reserved one, we gave to our nephew's little girl. So she (Daisy) lives at my sister-in-law's house.
Our girl eventually got preggers again (I know, I'm a really bad cat owner!) and was probably about 3-4 weeks from delivering when my husband discovered her miscarrying under the carport one day. We found three little bodies that day, but didn't really know what had happened.
A few days later, after she had cleaned up some, my husband noticed what appeared to be a a hole in her backside. It was already healing up, but looked as if someone had shot her with a slingshot/marble combo, or something like it.
By this time, she was eating and seemed to be getting better. Over the last few weeks, she seems to get a cold or infection and gets sick, hacking & sneezing and not eating. This time it looks as though she won't bounce back. She hasn't eaten in days and we think she's close to death. I wrapped her in a towel this morning and placed her in her favorite box.
Needless to say, no more cats for me. Unless I hit the lottery and can buy a place out in the middle of nowhere. Then we'll need a cat. I'm so sad and I feel so bad for her. She's suffering and there's nothing I can do (that I can afford).
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