I remember hearing the weatherman saying that morning it was going to be 116 degrees with the heat index. I let out a sigh. Deciding it'd be cooler in the deep forest, I struck out towards the creek. This is always a nice place to lie in wait for unsuspecting mice, chipmunks and rabbits. (Though it is somewhat embarrassing for me to confess with my advanced age I miss more prey than I catch these days, hunting is still a lot of fun for this old cat).
Time got away from me and before I knew it my tummy was rumbling telling me we needed to get home and see what was for dinner. My trek back was far more eventful then I could have ever imagined. I still don't talk about my misadventure as remembering that horrible day causes me great distress, and I don't want to upset my family with the horrifying details.
What I am willing to share is a creature saw me Tabby Cat as a tasty first course and had me by my legs and back in a death grip most painful. I am an elderly gentleman at 25 years young so I was thinking this was the end of my journey here on this earth. Deciding I wasn't going to go out without a fight I gave as good as I got. Thankfully the predator determined that I was too much effort and left me for dead.
I simply lay there on the forest floor wondering if I were alive or dead and if this was part of the "after life". After a short while I remembered my hungry belly and tried to get up on my feet and head home for a hot meal and nurse my injuries. OH MYY CATS! did that ever hurt. I tried once again to get up on my feet confused and frightened by my legs inability to support my weight along with not being able to walk. Well getting home was proving to be more of a challenge than I'd ever thought it could.
It was getting dark now. It had been many a year since I'd been alone in the deep woods at night. I heard my hoomans calling me in the distance. I could hear the fear and concern in their voices. Resting my sore and injured body, I screwed up my courage and resolve I told myself I was getting back home to my family if it was the last thing I did. It was still horribly hot even during the dark of night. I was hurt, scared and hungry and unable to get back home, but I was determined.
After resting and regaining a bit of my strength I began crawling thought the underbrush driven by my love for my family and my faith that everything would be fine, if I could only get back home.
My faith in my hoomans love for me kept me moving forward one inch at a time, progressing to a foot at a time, and eventually to one yard at a time. Every morning I'd hear my Mom and Dad calling for me to come home. Hearing the love and concern in their voices simply added to my resolve to get back home.
On the 2nd day once again I heard my Mom calling me to come home. I was much closer this time. Over the night I'd managed to crawl to our barn and hide in the straw until I knew it was safe to come out. After calling for me to come home I heard Mom heading towards the barn and watched as she loaded the wheel barrow with tools and flowers. I was still trying to crawl my way to her as she headed to the flower garden with her load of tools and plants.
In the meantime I'd managed to crawl out of my hiding place and was laying down catching my breath when low and behold I saw Mom heading back towards the barn. She must have forgotten something. I let out a feeble Meow before Mom saw me. The next thing I knew Mom had flown across the grass picking me up kissing and hugging me for all she was worth. I never let out a meow of pain as this is all I'd been dreaming of for the past two days.
My Mom rushed inside with me in her arms calling for my Dad say, "Tabby's Home Tabby's Home!!" Placing me on the kitchen table the folks starting looking me over from top to bottom. They soon noticed my "hairless" legs with the puncture marks and all the chewed looking injuries. It wasn't long after that they realized I couldn't really stand or walk. Of course you know this translated to a trip to Molly's vet. After laying me down on a soft clean smelling towel in front of my food bowl and water dish the folks called Molly's vet and made an emergency appointment for me to see the doctor.
You know this was an experience as I had never even been an inside cat, much less a cat that gets into a car and goes to the vet. To be honest I was so sick, weak and sore I didn't even put up a fuss.
I was given fluids, pain medication and anti inflammatories. The doctor told my hoomans that I probably had permanent nerve damage in my back leg and an injured spine.
Over the past few months this has proven to all be true. I'm on a regular prescription of pain medication and I have transitioned to being an inside kitty with an outside living area. Yups I have my own 10x10 kitty condo. It has a wire roof on the top to keep out predatory animals and it's been Tabby Proofed so I can no longer get out. ( I was really gifted at escaping the safe outdoor kennel Mom and Dad got me). I'm really not happy about being confined but I'm still outside and that's what matters. I spend about 2 hours a day in my condo. I still chatter at the squirrels that get too close and I can hear the sounds of the forest.
The two days it took me to get back home, I knew in my heart if I made it back home to my family I'd be ok. My family prayed for my safe return Mom and Dad prayed that if I was still alive, they'd be able to hear me crying and that they'd be able to find me. God answered their prayer and helped me get home.
This earth is simply a place we're passing though on all our journeys home to our heavenly Father. What we do while on our journey reflects what's in our hearts. God says we are all family, Matthew 12:49-50
But Jesus replied, ( “Who is My mother, and who are My brothers?” 49 Pointing to His disciples and the crowds, He said, “Here are My mother and My brothers. For whoever does the will of My Father in heaven is My brother and sister and mother.”)
Jesus also says we are to love our mothers brothers and sisters....1 Corinthians 13
13 If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails. 13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Yes we experience adversity but God's there with us through the good times and the bad. He gives us family to pray for us, rejoice with us during the good times and support us during the hard times. Family dear friends is not only flesh and blood, it's people that love you unconditionally. During these trying times we pray that friendships and families be forged and that love triumphs over tragedy.
Love and Peace,
Molly and my Mom