My daughter rescued Baby as a kitten from a bulldozer. She soon became my daughter’s beloved pet. But when my daughter married, she left without Baby. So Baby had to adjust to farm life outdoors.
Not all cats thrive at such an assignment, but Baby did. She weathered the elements well, but she did not figure out how to handle mice. To survive she ambled to the house for a handout often.
One of Baby’s favorite perches was on an old plow beside the farmhouse’s front door. In November, I noticed that she was not hanging around any more. Since cats keep their own schedules, I was not alarmed. But after four days of not seeing her at her regular place, we began to question what had happened to her. The days were cold and snowy and Baby was unseen.
Then one afternoon, my husband came in the basement and called to me. He carried in his arms a clump of something he had found. It was Baby! He found her lying in the straw in one of the farm buildings. Her leg was mangled and she had lost a lot of weight. She had an open would on her hind leg. I cleansed a bucket and filled it with a soapy bath water. Baby went into the water with no fight or fidgeting at all. Perhaps she knew I was trying to help her. As I lowered her into the bath water, I could smell the wound. “Infection,” I feared.
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photo credit:Bretta Grabau