I like to sit out on the porch at night in the summer, living in a rural area makes it all the more beautiful with the crickets chirping and the peepers carrying a tune. There is a juvenile bear that frequently visits the compost barrel in the back of the house but always keeps a close eye on my bird feeders in the front, hanging from the porch.
One night while my daughter and I were sitting out on the porch, the guy that rents the garage near our house from the landlord, drove up in back and we heard him saying “just throw the fuc*ing thing out, hurry”, he was here all of two minutes before flying out of the driveway so fast he bottomed his truck out. Not even 5 minutes later we heard an odd, low gurgling sound coming from the direction of the bottom of the porch steps but it was too dark to see. My daughter went for the front door immediately fearing it was the bear snooping around, I assured her that it wasn’t the bear but I wasn’t quite sure what the sound was. I went and got a flashlight to investigate the sound which now seemed closer, like on the porch steps.
Sitting at the foot of the stairs was an emaciated light orange with darker orange stripes tabby cat, he was weak, shaking and could barely stand. The first thing I noticed as I scooped the little guy up to bring onto the porch and check him over in my lap, was severe congestion so much so that the sound we heard was him struggling to breathe, his lungs were full of fluid, he couldn’t breathe and had mucous completely blocking his nostrils. As if he wasn’t in bad enough shape he was feverish, starving and I had to actually regulate his initial intake of water so he wouldn’t drink too much since he hadn’t had a drink in so long, his dehydration was pretty bad. This little guy reminded me of my orange tabby Seuss that had passed away last year so I named him Doc. Realistically though I knew that the odds were stacked against this poor little fur ball, had he not been thrown away by his previous owner he wouldn’t have survived another three days, he was in trouble being that he was already so gravely ill.
Luckily I keep some medications, etc. in house from volunteering for a no kill shelter, the first thing I did after giving Doc a much needed drink was to mix medication in with his food and hope for the best, I told my daughter that IF he made it through the night then there was a sliver of hope for him. I brought out a cat bed and put it on the porch where it was sheltered and close to the front door so that I could hear anything out of the ordinary from the couch where I slept that night. I continued to give Doc small amounts of food every few hours through the night and putting out fresh water. I was relieved when the sun came up to find him laying on the welcome mat outside of the front door, I went out with some more food and he gobbled it up so fast he began to choke. Not only was it difficult for him to eat with his nose being so congested but he also had an extreme fear that the food given to him would be taken before he could eat it!
I continued giving Doc his rounds of medication, put flea/tick treatment on him, brushed his coat thoroughly and began to assess his overall health. It was clear in the light of day that he had suffered some type of serious injury to his hind legs/hips, his gait was most abnormal as a result and it became evident that whenever he saw someone approaching (usually a man) wearing any type of boots, he became instantly terrified and would lower his body to the ground and run like the hounds of hell were at his heels. He would hide and not come out until the person wearing the boots was gone. I have seen dogs that were food possessive/aggressive but had never seen a cat so much so, until Doc.
I know that the night this little guy was tossed out like a piece of garbage, it was more than likely that the “garage renter” was the culprit that did the tossing! Why anyone would take a cat in and give it a home only until it happens to get sick and then decide that the cat isn’t worth taking to a vet or bothering with it any longer, is beyond my comprehension. I can understand if a pet owner can’t afford a trip to the vet, God knows they gouge people enough with their overpriced services, but if you can’t afford a vet then you shouldn’t have a pet or at the very least take the animal to a true no kill shelter. Once Doc recovered from his illness and his personality came through it turns out that he is the sweetest, most loving, affectionate, chubby fur baby you’ve ever seen! He NEVER refuses food and every meal he eats he must truly believe it’s his last, but if given a choice he will leave the food for the slightest bit of attention/affection. This beautiful chubby buddy was considered by someone to be disposable and how sad that is when he is such a sweet, loving good boy, he has been amazingly grateful from the time he first came along and wasn’t chased away, was given a bed, fed, given water, made to feel better (though he has no clue it was from the medicine), given relief for his fleas, his coat was cared for and most critical of all, he was welcomed with open arms and loved! To give so little to an animal and get so much in return makes you wonder all the more how anyone out there can neglect, abuse or kill a helpless animal. I thank God that he sought out the nearest house in an area that was totally unfamiliar to him, it is said that animals know when they are really in trouble and in need of human help, strange because it’s a human that let him down to begin with!