NOTE: I had a prescheduled post about Luna for Sheba set for today, before any of this happened. (That post was written and scheduled a month ago as the third out of three posts I collaborated with Sheba on.) When she got injured this morning, I posted on social media about the accident and so I figured people would be weirded out if I put up the Sheba post with no mention of how she’s doing now. So I combined this update with that post and…. BIG MISTAKE. As several commenters rightly pointed out, it looked like I was exploiting my poor cat’s near-death experience to make a few bucks. Please believe that was never my intent! I only meant to give an update on her health as I knew many of you were worried about her and the Sheba post had to go live at the same time. It was just really bad timing. In hindsight they should have been two separate posts – both for Sheba and for Luna’s good – which is what I’ve done now by splitting them apart. I’m so so sorry about the mistake and grateful you guys were so kind about pointing it out! The whole incident really shook me up (and my kids and my poor traumatized husband) so obviously I’m not on my A game today. Thanks for your patience with me.
This morning I got a call from my husband. “Missing your cat?” he asked.
“Nooooo. Are you?” I answered, not really worried that I hadn’t seen her since the little furball normally goes MIA during all the morning hubbub.
“I can’t miss her since she’s here with me,” he replied dryly.
It took me a moment to process. “Why is the cat at your work?”
YOU GUYS. Luna had apparently climbed up under my husband’s car during the night into the engine and fell asleep. He had no idea she was there and so drove his normal 20-minute commute to work. Once he got there, he went to his office to start his day only to realize he’d left his phone in his car. So he ran back out to the parking lot and just as he was picking it up he heard a pitiful meow.
He lifted the hood to find barbecued kitty.
She was alive, miraculously, but pretty burned. He rushed her to the emergency vet and that’s where she’s been all day. My kids cried hysterically when they heard the news. I had to tell them 80 times that Luna’s not dead (although I think she’s down at least 3 lives for this stunt). We finally got to bring her home a few minutes ago, complete with head cone and mini casts on her back feet. (Oh, and a vial full of antibiotic shots I’m supposed to give her?? I honestly don’t know how I’m going to stick her with a needle when she’s already in pain. Although I will – I don’t want her to get an infection.)
For the last half hour all she’s done is walk backwards into corners and shake her feet trying to the bandages off all while making these little scared noises. It’s really, really sad.
Not going to lie: I’m having guilt over this. It never occurred to my husband or I that she would ever climb up inside the car, although after posting about it on Facebook I discovered that this is actually a Thing Cats Do. So now we know to thump the hood of the car before starting it. But in the meantime I feel so bad for her and yet there’s pretty much nothing I can do for her.
Updated to add: As of now, she’s curled up on the bed next to me, like she always does when I’m writing. And she’s purring! I think she’s already forgiven me. (She’s still so super irritated with that head cone though. Eesh. Watching her keep trying to lick herself clean but getting foiled by that cone is the saddest thing ever. Okay and a little funny. But mostly sad!)
Anyone else ever have a cat do this? How do you deal when your beloved pet is hurting? It just feels like there is so little I can do to comfort her!