After typing out my thoughts this morning, I opened up my front door and gasped. Our porch ramp had blood all over it! My first thought was one of the barn cats had met a car on the highway and I looked around (it was quite foggy and cold) for the victim. That’s when I noticed the cat carrier tucked behind the ledge. Not one of my carrier. I grabbed my robe and slippers and hustled outside.

Inside was this massive tomcat. He filled the carrier and I could see a lot of blood on the floor but he was blocking the wound or injury.  I carried the crate inside to the bathroom and prayed he wasn’t feral and opened the door.

His left leg was shredded! There had to have been at least 8 bite wounds on it- which is typical here for possums to do. He was a long-haired tuxedo boy- estimating him to be at least 8 years old. He was damp, cold and shivering and all he would let me do leg-wise was run warm water over his damaged leg. I called my vet and dropped him off to be seen.

About two hours later, the vet calls. He has multiple bite wounds on his leg, they are vaccinating, de-fleaing and de-worming him and neutering him. He will be back “home” about 4:00 today. Thankfully, I have a warm, safe and empty cat enclosure he can have for all his own.,

Suddenly, what didn’t make any sense this morning just came clear. I can’t ignore these cats. They didn’t ask to be here, to come into a world and find they are unwanted, unloved or they are tormented to the point of breaking. They need someone in their corner and they have me. To hell with the rising vet bill- their care is so much more important.

And shame on the person who thought so little of this beauty to not neuter him and then dump him on the porch of a stranger. May karma rise up and bite them squarely in the ass someday.