Have I told you the story of the three legged cat? Well, sit back and listen to something that is pretty amazing --- to me anyway.
Last Fall, we came home from church and someone noticed a cat perched on top of one of the back fences by the barn. We wondered why this little guy didn't run off and very quickly, it became apparent he was in quite the bind.
His back right leg was stuck down in the fence slat and he was pulling and spinning (yes! spinning!) with all his might trying to free himself. Lord knows how long the poor little guy was up there! My husband grabbed the long gloves and a crowbar, spread the fence and he took off like a shot toward the woods. Well we figured that would be the last of him and we felt pretty bad that he had suffered so.
Now jump forward about 2 months... I'm outside and I see this black cat hopping! I'm like.. no way! But yes folks, it's the same tough little cat minus one leg. (It may be hard to make out, but in the picture above, his right back leg is gone, oh , about where a knee would be).
I'm thinking, wow, if this little guy is that tough, I'm gonna help him through the winter. There are feral cats that come around off and on through our 20 years in this house, but I've never fed them. This guy is an exception. I felt so bad for him. And also figured he had one tough will to live!
So I started leaving food and water out for him and he made it through a pretty tough winter.
Sometime around late Winter/early Spring or so, I started noticing another black cat, a little bigger and pretty sure it's male. The male has a messed up eye and he's teamed up with little 3 legs. I guess these two misfits had paired up. Then I didn't see 3 legger around for a bit and next thing ya know... her SHE comes with 1 little black kitten. Now, I'm pretty sure cats usually have more than one, but this is all that's around. You have to be vewy vewy quiet to try to snap a pic of these leary guys, but that's what keeps 'em alive. Here's ma and baby enjoying a little breakfast.
I figure the good Lord must have sent these critters my way at just the right time. If any of you read my blog, back in February, out 18 year old Simba cat passed... and I truly feel that tending to these local misfits, helped me through that grief some.
Well that's the story...I still can't hardly believe it myself, but I've seen this 3 legged 'lil mama run/hop so fast she beat a dog under the deck to safety. It was a truly amazing sight how she could fly like that!
* I said stay hidden until I tell you to come out! *
* Always on the look out *
I know we all have a purpose and we may not always know what it is... but next time you're having a bad day... think of the life of a wild 3 legged cat with an little one to care for... wow... makes a pity party run a lot shorter.. for me anyway! ;o)
Blessings my friends!