I got Tobias when he was about 6 months old. I think he’s part manx, due to the excessive hair at the tips of his ears, and his naturally stumpy tail. He was an outdoor/stray when a friend of mine told me about him. (Our town has a lot of stray cats and non-neutered outdoor pet cats)
At around 1 year old, I moved to a small 2 bedroom house with a long backyard, but on a busy main street. Kyle and I decided to let the cats outside (we have 3!) since we had a yard… but the inevitable happened. Tobias got hit by a car.
After a neighbor told me that another neighbor of ours had seen him get hit, I thought for sure that he was dead. I stopped wandering the neighborhood, calling his name. I mourned him and tried to move on. And then the neighbor told me that someone had seen him run underneath our house!
My worst fear became a reality that day. I found Tobias alive under the house (he had been missing for maybe a week and a half) - completely skin and bones, severely dehydrated, starving, covered in fleas and flea bites, he had a blood-filled eyeball, a leg that didn’t work, and a big bruise on his side where he had been hit. He was alive, but just barely. If he hadn’t been overweight (from being kept indoors for the 6+ months prior) before getting hit by car… I’m sure he wouldn’t be here today.
The nerves of one of his back feet was damaged, rendering it useless, but amazingly he gained feeling in it again! He now walks like any other cat. The blood in his eyeball cleared up, and although the pupil in his left eye doesn’t quite match the right eye anymore, he still seems to be able to see out of it just fine! The spot on his torso where I’m sure he must have been initially struck, healed. The fleas went away (although he is now sensitive/allergic to flea bites), and his fur grew back. Tobias went from death’s door to a full recovery within one year.
Tobias is a survivor. Animals are amazing.❦
I have a slightly similair story.
Stimpy was missing for weeks and my other cats mourned him, so I wrote him off as gone for good. Very sad.
Then suddenly I heard a scratching at our backdoor, so long after that I had long since given up hope. In stumbled a very thin, wounded Stimpy, with a new necklace on! I had time to worry that some horrible person had kept him for all that time and tortured him, but I saw a locket on the necklace and inside was a note saying:
"She wants to go home now, so please call and let us know if she gets there!"
I called and was told of how HE had been found in a garage, just a few doors down, probably hit by a car, screaming!
This lovely couple took him to the vet, nursed him back to health even though the woman was pregnant and had to use gloves to avoid risk of toxoplasmosis. When he was finally strong enough again to be able to leave his sickbed, he went straight to the door and wanted to go.
They let him go, understanding that all he wanted to do was go home.
He almost fully recovered, just walked a bit funny afterwards, as his pelvis has broken. He kinda wiggled a bit. =)
He was the most amazing cat… Lived for years and years after that.
Love always, Stimpy! <3 <3 <3
2 weeks is nothing.
Zorsha by Tobias, my dear friend =)
I should wear those boots more often…
I’d saw my arm off with a rusty spoon to NOT have to swim here…
I am more terrified of seaweed than anything else on the planet, apart from maybe jellyfish. A combination of the two, in thought alone, is enough to almost kill me.
It looks lovely.
But I’d rather just die than go into it.
I’d sacrifice my fertility to be able to swim through this forest every day. Because who has time for babies when I’m busy marvelling at my oceans.