No Moo is not good news

We all have bad days when we need to lean on a friend, it’s no different for little Holstein looking cats.

Just as Mooie and friends were basking in the glow of all the good vibes and love coming in from our recent picture post, things went almost tragically astray for our stray when she disappeared and was a no-show for vittles.

Worry set in and we searched through all her known usual haunts without success and began to figure she had gotten trapped in someone’s garage while mousing.

The day passed, but the food remained, no Moo. We rechecked her haunts and finally found her the next night resting upstairs in the feral villa.

She made it home, but not safe & sound

She had a limp in her giddy-up and a badly swollen bloody whisker face. This was not the well tuned feline machine we’re used to seeing. She went out the next day and laid in a flower bed, but we didn’t like the look of it.

Not sure at this point, if it was a vehicle or animal, but she had a run in with something big. We gently herded her back into the garage, and made a vet appointment for the next day, letting her rest easy, safely inside.

Injured animals don’t lounge out in the open. Moo decided to hide herself in the most inaccessible corner behind a metal rack completely stuffed full of garage stuff, which had recently been buried behind piles of outside stuff pulled in for winter storage. In the morning I thought I could see the corner of an ear back there, but it wasn’t moving. I moved all that shit, crawled around the garage floor and found her. Then, wearing only the finest oven-mitt for protection, I picked up Mooie for the first time ever and placed her in a cat carrier for a trip to the vet.

The vet’s news is about as good as can be expected. She’s a little beat up and cut with some infection. He thinks it was a cat-fight (but not the kind I like) and said he can tell she’s a scrapper because all her injuries are to her front quarters….Moo didn’t retreat. We also learned she checks in a solid 5.5 pounds and shouldn’t fight out of her weight-class. Other stats: shot of antibiotics, shots for rabies, shot for worms, treatment for fleas, garage quarantine for two weeks. He confirmed that she’s a she which we suspected, but now it’s official.

The bill – worth every penny.

I’ve sealed the cat-door and she’s resting comfortably. She’s in pretty good shape for the shape she’s in.