Last week I lost a good half-day trying to rescue a neighbour’s cat that has become my nemesis is recent months. My garden seems to be the site of a turf war between it and another cat, with the result that the wild birds I’ve been enticing in over the years risk fleeing. The cat was stuck in some wire fencing at the bottom of my garden. As it was stuck head down, very high up, in full sun on a day when it was 33c in the shade and apparently with some of the wire sticking into its stomach and with its breathing becoming laboured, action was needed. This wasn’t easy, though, because the spot was hard to reach, the cat kept trying to attack me every time I managed to get near and the relevant neighbours (the owners on the one hand and the ones with the adjacent garden on the other) were all out. I eventually cut it free but it fell into the neighbour’s garden and limped off to the shade of a tree. I managed to reach the owners, who came with a vet sometime later. The cat may have a broken leg (possibly caused or possibly alleviated by me) and has taken up residence at the vet’s for surveillance. Long may it stay there!
Clearly the poor creature is starving!
That must be it.
Last week I lost a good half-day trying to rescue a neighbour’s cat that has become my nemesis is recent months. My garden seems to be the site of a turf war between it and another cat, with the result that the wild birds I’ve been enticing in over the years risk fleeing. The cat was stuck in some wire fencing at the bottom of my garden. As it was stuck head down, very high up, in full sun on a day when it was 33c in the shade and apparently with some of the wire sticking into its stomach and with its breathing becoming laboured, action was needed. This wasn’t easy, though, because the spot was hard to reach, the cat kept trying to attack me every time I managed to get near and the relevant neighbours (the owners on the one hand and the ones with the adjacent garden on the other) were all out. I eventually cut it free but it fell into the neighbour’s garden and limped off to the shade of a tree. I managed to reach the owners, who came with a vet sometime later. The cat may have a broken leg (possibly caused or possibly alleviated by me) and has taken up residence at the vet’s for surveillance. Long may it stay there!
That was particularly noble of you. Cat lovers everywhere salute you. Particularly given that you had to do it at 33c.