Abby's Rescue

I woke up early one morning to the sound of my neighbor banging on my door. She said that her truck had failed shortly after having starting it and, after lifting the hood to examine the engine, she found a cat! Knowing that I had been involved in cat rescue, she asked me for help. When I peered into the engine, I exclaimed “that’s not a cat… it’s a kitten!” While I laid on the ground, underneath the engine, my neighbor reached into the compartment, which made the kitten back down towards me (she did not want to be “rescued”!). I was then able to grab her and pull her out. I brought the kitten inside and isolated her in a room, separate from my other cats. The unhappy, frightened little kitten initially appeared to be no worse for the wear. However, when I put her on the floor she tried to run away and hide, dragging her back legs. I quickly brought her to my veterinarian, who discovered that she had a broken pelvis and a huge gash in her side, most likely from the fan belt. The vet stitched her up and told me to keep her confined in a crate for six weeks so her pelvis could heal. I already had four cats, so my plan during this time was to find her a new home. However, by the time she was released from the crate, I had grown much attached to her and knew that there was no way I was going to give her up. That was 14 years ago. My sweet, feisty little kitten, Abby, passed away from inoperable cancer a few years ago when she was 11 years old. I have missed her every day since then, but I will forever be grateful that she came into my life
Julie Anderson
Bloomington, IN