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Ma and bro and I were leaving this morning (we only have one vehicle) to go to my college. We have a cat with four 3 month old kittens, and we have to be careful, because they seem to believe that a two-thousand pound vehicle won't crush them. We checked, and we thought they were all out from under it, but when we backed up we saw one of them, the little girl, crawling on her front legs, hissing and growling at the dogs, unable to walk. I thought I was gonna die right there.
We stopped the car, grabbed her, wrapped her in a blanket, and took her with us. Mom dropped me and bro off at college first, then she took her to the vet. She's the sweetest little kitten, the kind that just begs to be cuddled with, and I was sure that the vet would have to put her to sleep. So there I was, sitting in Biology class, about to bawl my eyes out in front of the professor and everything (I love animals; that's why I'm going pre-vet).
So when Ma came to pick me up I was all depressed, certain it was going to be bad news. But it wasn't. The vet said that her pelvis was broken, but other than that she's all right. We just have to keep her in the house and let her rest for the next several weeks until she heals. More, he was super nice and only charged us $17.00 for it.
Ever since I got home I've been cuddling her, being careful not to move her too much, because I don't want her to hurt anymore than she already does. She's doing okay, eating, drinking, etc., and she can move around enough to do what she needs to do, though we try to get her to stay still as long as possible; she even played with a little string I dangled in front of her face. In the meantime, we need to get the mother spayed and find homes for the three boys. And we'll also be twice as careful to make sure none of the kittens are anywhere near the car when we leave in the morning.
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