A different black cat.
11 CommentsHello all! This post isn’t about me. Can you believe that? All this time and she writes about another cat! Well I don’t mind because it’s about Sheba, and you know that me and Sheba are almost the same cat.
MB was looking through old photos and she found some photos of Sheba. She thought that you might be interested in this story. I said that was OK, but I want to tell the story.
Sheba went out to play one day but, you know what it’s like. One smell here and another smell there….. she didn’t come home. She was missing for three days. M&M thought something bad had happened and that they would never see her again. Then MB went upstairs to the bathroom and there was Sheba, laying at the door! She gave a little meow to tell them that she was hurt. MB called to MM and they quickly wrapped her in a towel and rushed her to see the vet. He said she would need to be put to sleep so he could check her over and that M&M had to come back the next day.
Later the vet telephoned and M&M knew it was bad news. Sheba had been hit by one of those big metal things. He said it must have been going really fast because her back leg had been smashed into so many pieces that he couldn’t even count them! There was no way he would be able to put it back together again. He said he had to cut her leg off (amputate). A cat with three legs? I think M&M were very sad.
Guess what else? The garden had a six foot high brick wall round every side and that was the only way Sheba could have got home. She must have jumped the wall and then dragged herself up the stairs to the bathroom. Well, us cats are very brave, so I don’t know why M&M were so surprised by that.
The next morning the vet telephoned again. He had been thinking about Sheba and he said she was such a beautiful cat that he really didn’t want to cut her leg off. I should hope not, I say. He said he wanted to experiment on her (there was a procedure that would be experimental but that he would like to try). Thank goodness M&M agreed. A three legged cat is not good.
He put a big lump of metal in her leg (metal plate replacing the thigh) and then he stuck a giant pin in her leg (a clamp that would remain in for six months). I ask you - what was that all about? As if that wasn’t bad enough, she had to live in a cage too! (After a week or two we could let her out for short periods) After a while Sheba got used to the pin and she was allowed out of the cage. I should think so too.
Anyway, a long time later (six months) the vet took the pin out of Sheba. I don’t know why he stuck it in her in the first place!
Don’t you think Sheba was beautiful?
MB: This was many years ago so was quite an operation. Sheba had no limp and no problems at all from her leg in her seventeen year life. The operation and all the after care was totally free. Sheba was taken care of by the PDSA, and what a wonderful job they did.


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