As you can imagine, that hit me pretty hard. She'd been a very special character and I loved her very much. Not, that I don't love the other ones, too, but occasionally you have one that you're just closer to.
And it seems that life insists on my having four, instead of three, cats. ^^
So when I drove from our office to the next town to look at a trailer that we might buy for our trips to cons and book fairs, I lost my way. It's not really far, but I needed to go to a small village that was beyond the town and I'd decided to go around to avoid traffic. And kind of got a bit sidetracked out there in the countryside.
I was driving and driving and you know how it is: too much coffee, too much tea... nature calls at some point in time. I finally found a spot to pull over and parked. There was the Amper canal (from the river that flows through the town where we work), lots of bushes and grass, just perfect to disappear behind for a moment. It was pouring rain like the flood was coming again, but I didn't have a choice. So I hopped out and ran behind the bushes and did my thing.
Suddenly there was this "meep". A very high and very lost and very *plaintive* "meep". It switched to "meep, eep, eep, meep" as I climbed up the banks of the canal again.
So I went searching. I didn't see anything, just heard the crying. I finally crouched down and dug into the underbrush and there, shivering and crying was a tiny black cat. Her eyes and nose were all gummed up, she was wet all through and just fit into my hand.
Yes, you can guess what happened next... ^___^
I took her to the trailer place, walked in and asked the ladies at the reception desk whether they would be so kind as to help me out with a carton, while I talked with their sales rep. By the time I picked up the little stray from the front desk again, she was all snug in a big carton, filled with soft paper towels. ^^ On the drive back to the office, I stopped off at a pet store and picked up everything that might be useful for a little cat like that.
In the office, we fed her some of the milk and kitten food, which she already tried to eat. Then, on my way back home, I made a detour to the vet clinic.
To be honest, the vet didn't believe that she had a chance. She had cat flu, was totally infested with fly eggs, underweight and chilled all the way through.
Then again, he didn't count on our determination to prove him wrong. ^^ Thank the Gods that this had been a Friday, and we had all weekend to pamper her. And Cilli still had vacation, so she could take over on Monday, when I had to get back to work.
So here she was, having her first dinner:
Several more trips to the vet, lots of good food and now... we can has cat:
She's become our Emmily-Joy:
The one eye is going to remain damaged. It's like a film over the pupil, but the eye itself is functional. I guess she has some impaired vision, but she does react to movement and light and shadow. So all in all, one happy and growing kitty...