On one of my trips to the hospital to see my mom, I stopped by the shelter where Older Daughter works to make some quick plans. Younger Daughter was with me. I was in a hurry, but Older Daughter whisked the two of us through the shelter to show us two specific animals - a dog and a cat, each with special problems. Older Daughter would look after them. Younger Daughter and I split up at that point, and I drove on to the hospital. Normally, I would have found myself thinking about these two needy animals, but my mind was wrapped around the situation with my mom. Younger Daughter, however, DID think about the situation. If I had given the circumstances even one quick thought, I would have realized that my girls would be devising a plan.
Lucky for me, the dog got a foster home through Facebook. The cat did not. The shelter staff named her Shadow. She is a black cat, a senior, with a shattered shoulder. Someone saw her straying through town, walking the streets - ON THREE LEGS. Shadow doesn’t use the leg with the shattered shoulder at all. The vet says the X-ray shows a BB lodged in the shoulder. It is an old wound. No telling how long Shadow has been straying around like this. The leg is drawn up and she is not able to fully extend it on her own anymore.
So there she was - in a small cage at the shelter. No foster home. No real plan for her future. The vet says there is no repairing the shoulder. And because the damage is in the shoulder, removing the leg would mean removing the entire shoulder, too. This is not a young cat - the trauma would be great. There is probably little that can be done except to make Shadow comfortable. Not having to roam the streets looking for food and shelter is a big plus. But Older Daughter could hardly stand to look at Shadow in her small cage day in and day out.
You might recall that Younger Daughter LOVES black cats. Her tiny new home is full since she has FOUR cats of her own (all black). But she was equally as distraught by Shadow’s plight as Older Daughter. What could be done? Well, once my mom got home from the hospital, the girls had a talk with me. How about WE take Shadow as a foster? I could provide a much larger cage in my office. Younger Daughter would take over her care completely. And possibly, just possibly, Shadow might one day become Younger Daughter’s fifth black cat. After all, I’ve always said that when it comes to cats, Five is a Fabulous Number!
Here she is - Shadow with the Shattered Shoulder.
Before I send you into your weekends, if you are someone who purchased a brick in the last batch, and you have not sent me your brick story, please do so asap. I will start brick stories on the blog very soon.
Have a great weekend!