It appears my feisty little kitty has gotten into her first (Hopefully last? Wishful thinking?) big-time scuffle.
Molly never came home for breakfast this morning. She spends her nights coming and going as she pleases, but she always comes home for breakfast. I called her outside for a good ten minutes this morning before I was nearly late for work. I put the pin lock in the back door so she could get in and did one last call for her before I left.
When I got home, the first thing I noticed was her wet food was still in her dish. I immediately started to tear up thinking she never came home and what was I going to tell Andrew? I called for her and all the sudden she strolled down the hall and laid under the table by the door. She wouldn't come to me when I got down and called her. Strange, but okay.
I still knew something had to be up since she didn't eat her food, but she followed us outside as I took Dex out.
I decided to check her out once we got back in and felt her underside was a little crusty. Then I noticed her limping.
I sent a single word expletive to Andrew before calling the vet and rushing over.
It appears Molly was attacked by another animal. She has three puncture wounds on the outside of her leg, which was also broken. She also had a decent size gash that needed stitching. Presumably one of the neighborhood cats that have been harassing her finally got her, but we'll never know for sure.
My poor kitty :( She will have to be crate confined for a month while she heals, which should be interesting! But hey, we're pros at that by now! Geez, our animals never take it easy on us (or our wallets). I'm glad she's okay though, and I can't wait to bring her back home tomorrow.
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