hi there, my lovelies.
i come today with a little story of how the universe will sometimes take care of you in ways you never could have guessed.
if you are a long-time reader, you may already know about my dislike and almost fear of the month of august. If you are new here or need a refresher, here are some links to help:
2010
2017
2018
2021
those links are to posts that mention or describe why august and i are not friends.
rather than explain it all again, you can read the posts at those links, and it will help to make sense of what comes next.
here's the story:
early evening on sunday, 23rd august, my doorbell rang. i was very surprised as i rarely have people show up at my house. i went to the door and opened it to find my brother squatting at the end of the entry. i noticed he was wearing a pink nitrile glove and under that glove was the tiniest kitten i have ever seen.
my brother and silah had been going to get ice cream, driving down the very busy main road near our home when he spotted the kitten in the road. he stopped, saw that the kitten was bleeding and collected it from the road.
as they have two dogs and two cats, and it was too hot to keep it overnight in the garage, they brought it to me to keep for the night before taking to the shelter the next morning.
i had them take it to the emergency vet, who said it was probably about 8-9 weeks old and just had a scrape on her mouth from hitting the asphalt.
they brought it back to my house, we set it up in the bathroom with some old towels, a disposable litter box and kitten food and water. next morning, when i checked on it, there was a lot more blood.
i had an appointment first thing that morning and while i was getting ready, i had a flashback to a memory from my childhood. it was a few months before my grandmommy died when i was 14. she took me for a walk through the neighborhood, and we ended up at a neighbor who had a cat that had just had kittens. she let me pick one out to keep as my own, but it would live at her house.
i had completely blocked that from my memory of when she died, and i have no idea what happened to that kitten. the thing that tripped me out, was that it looked like the little kitten my brother found.
well...despite my germaphobia and dislike and downright loathing of litterboxes, i couldn't bring myself to take her to a shelter. i took her to the local vet who examined her. it turns out that she was only 5 or 6 weeks old and ended up in that road because we think she escaped from a hawk.
she had deep punctures in her hip area and a laceration at the underside of her tail. they operated on her that day, and i brought her home with me the next day.
that was 7 weeks ago...
during that time she has had 4 surgeries, been spayed, had part of her tail fall off (it had become infected from a bite probably by the hawk and it was missed during the initial exam), has had most of her tail removed and has lived in a cone of shame the entire time.
is she not the cutest thing in the world?!?i truly believe that my grandmommy sent her to me, to tell me to open my heart again, and also to make peace with the month of august.
so...
meet August Grace, aka auggie. she is pretty much my whole heart.i'm sure you'll see much more of her in the coming days, weeks, months, years...
for our last photo tonight, this is where she is currently...
the cone should come off next week. and then she'll be full steam. she is definitely a bit of a wild child. 😁love & kisses & magical wishes...
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