Please don't let my kitty be squished...
Friday, March 05, 2010
So tonight the DH comes in from feeding our outdoor wood boiler stove. He's crying. "There's been an accident I have to tell you about."
Our very favorite cat, Oreo, who is only about 1 year old always follows him out to the stove every night. She's the sweetest cat, with a spunky personality that can put our 130 lb German Shepard dog into his place.
Seems that tonight Oreo wasn't right there when DH started filling the stove like usual. Then he goes to flip a giant chunk of wood (about 100 lbs) over and she ran under it. He said she was flattened but then got up and ran like crazy. He looked for her to no avail with the flashlight.
Of course after he told me, my daughter and I were out there in the dark calling for her and searching. We can't find her. Lots of woods around us so she could be in there but she's no where in the 7 acres of our property.
I know sometimes cats just want to be alone to nurse their wounds and then they will show up OK. It's so cold out there though. She's the first cat that my daughter has taken to. For some strange reason she's always been fearful of them, even as kittens, even though I've always loved them and had her around them since she was little. Oreo would bounce with her on the trampoline and let carry her around endlessly.
Please let her be OK... we've shed enough tears tonight.