I get a phone call from Meghan last night. She is all upset telling me this story of how she and her friend Sarah were driving down Lockport Road (4 lanes - 55 mph) and she sees some guys standing along the side of the road and there is like a jacket in the roadway near them. The one guy looks at Meg and shrugs his shoulders and puts his hands up in a "oh well" kind of gesture. Meghan looks back at the object in the road and swears she sees a cat in the jacket or whatever it was. No Way!
They get to a spot where they can turn around and by the time they get back, the guys are gone, but the object is still in the road and even worse as they are pulling into a driveway to get out of traffic, a car comes within inches of running it over. Sure enough, a cat scrambles out to the side of the road and crawls into a nearby shrub. Meghan tells me she thinks it is paralyzed or something because it was literally crawling with its front legs only. Oh my GOD!
I go flying to my car; pet carrier, treats and water in hand. I get to the girls and find the poor cat in the bushes, panting, cross eyed, salivating. Poor little lovey. I soothe it the best I can, trying to gain its trust. I slide it gently out from under the shrub and realize she is a female who might have just given birth. After making her as comfortable as we can in the carrier, we go back across the road to where the girls saw these assholes and looked all over for her kittens. Nothing. Drat.
I called my vet and of course they were closed, so I will try again this morning. There is definitely something very wrong with her hind legs. I watched her try to move around and there is no movement in her back legs. She made it through the night and actually growled at me when I tried to pet her this morning, so she must be feeling better. I'm not real optimistic on what the vet will be telling me.
Update: my vet did indeed confirm my fears. Spinal damage. She isn't suffering any more. But I still am. Mean People Suck.