Monty,our little Angel on Earth

My name is Monty and i am a three years old tabby cat...mummy sometimes says im a little overweight...the cheek of the woman,i just have lots of fur!!

i live with 2 dogs,4 other cats and a chicken..who is,by the way mad and likes to spend her days in the kitchen.

Anyway,our house is situated by the main road of the village but we know about the fast traffic.

That morning,i had visited the farm where i can mix with other cats,shoot the breeze.

I realised i was hungry when i saw daylight break so i walked my friend cat back to hers.

She ran across the road ahead of me and unfortunately a car appeared from nowhere and hit me..i was catapulted on the verge and knew i was badly injured but the adrenaline gave me strength to keep on breathing.

A car stopped,a lady came out looking really sad.she stroked me and spoke to me and then she left.

Few minutes later she was back with my daddy who was terribly upset..i got scared and ran off to hide in the bushes.

My mummy also came to look for me but by then the fear,shock and pain were too intense and i just wanted to hide.

I heard my daddy call again in the afternoon and in the evening but i just wanted to sleep and something was wrong with my jaw,i couldnt "miaow" very well.

My leg was also terribly painful.

It started to rain so i went to hide in a shed,with terrible difficulties.

I nearly gave up and thought to just stay there to die but the thought of my lovely home with my dad and mum,siblings and friends gave me a new lease of life.

I decided to walk back the next day because i knew they were worried sick.

it was the worse experience as i could see my house but my leg was just not responding so i had to drag myself along the path,breathing badly as my jaw was dislocated and fractured my mouth swollen, red with dried blood and sore.

I somehow made it and my mum was in the garden as i came round the corner of the house.

She looked surprised,shocked and happy but burst into tears as i now know my face was scary to see.

My dad and Michael came to take me to the vets,who to start with didnt hold much hope.

After giving me fluids and oxygen they used few weird looking,noisy apparatus to check me over.

There was a lot of talking between my dad and mum about money and bills when it turned out i needed my jaw wired and an amputation,whatever that is.

Mum said we ll find a way,max our credit card but we are not having him put down.

He walked back quite a good distance and his eyes when he turned up just exuded trust and joy to be home so he will live.

They took me back home that night and both operations were scheduled for the next day.

I wanted some food that evening and cuddles,i found i could purr easier than "miaow"

I spent nearly 12 hours at the vets in total that day.

It s a little hazy in my mind with all the meds and of course i was asleep but i woke up feeling much lighter as some of my fur had been shaved,well and of course i had one less back leg!!

We got home and i had a big crate set for me where i could lie down and stretch a little.

I was dying for something to drink and some licky treats

We again visited the vet the next morning and they are happy with me,so now ill have to go back a few times and i guess the blue stitches on my wound will have to be taken out,i dont know about my jaw yet.

I can eat and drink,imagine a baby getting food everywhere...it s a bit like that!

I am always starving ah ah and i enjoy the attention im getting..

I also move with ease,must have been an equilibrist in my previous life..

I love being cleaned after ive eaten and of course i dribble cos my mouth doesnt close properly.

My dad and Michael are in charge of delivering the long list of meds i must take and they are doing a grand job!

Mum said my stitches looked really scary, there are quite a few of them,and she felt bit queezy but it s all good,guess she shouldnt look! Shes a right scaredy cat!

Gee this has been a hell of a week and my journey as a three legged cat is just starting but im strong,young and im now looking after Dad, mum and Michael because i am their Angel on Earth and they are good people.

My dad is a typical 22 years old student,with a rubbish car and bills like most people.

Anyone will tell you he is hard working,honest and would help anyone in need.

If you have read my story and think they should have put me down and we should have been insured,we are now,and no way you want to donate then i hope,at least,if you have animals you have them insured,chipped ect or will do now.

My dad must refund my mum ,that s why i suggested a fund raising page.

Thank you all for reading my story,i leave the rest up to you.

From:

Monty the most gorgeous,gentle,if a little round at times,tabby cat.

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