Wisconsin Department of Revenue pulled through yesterday, with a sweet sweet check. Cat's vet bills? GONE! Let me regail you with a tale:
So last fall, I was pretty strapped for cash. My car broke down. My student loans kicked in. I was paying off Thesis still. Geeeeez louise what else could happen?
Well, Hugger decided he'd fall out the window.
So let me start at the beginning. I come home. I had been gone for about two days on business. I walk in my squat little building and start trudging myself to the top floor. But wait! There is a note in the lobby. "Black and white kitten found. Will take it to the Humane Society if I don't hear back, blah blah, number, name."
"Hm," I think to myself. "That couldn't possibly be my cat. How would he get out of the apartment? No, that is surely not my cat..."
As I am trudging up the stairs, I hear this aweful caterwauling. All the way at the bottom of the stairs. I live on the fourth floor----top floor.
So I run up the stairs, open the door, and Spotter is pacing back and forth in front of the window howling. In front of an open window. As in, screen has been ripped out.
So I panic. I run to the window, look down expecting to see an impaled kitten. Nothing there! I run down the stairs to the furtive note on the door and call the number. No answer! I run to her apartment and knock on the door! No one there!
Finally after a lot of running up and down the stairs to see if she is there yet, I run into her. She has taken Hugger to the Cat Doctor. The EXPENSIVE Cat Doctor.
Hugger fractured his hip, severing his nerves in his back leg. For the first couple months, he could still move his back leg, but he couldn't feel it, so he moved real awkwardly and wasn't able to jump up and make the target. It is better now, I gave him a lot of vitamin B supplements. But it has taken me until now to pay off the bill.
So thank you, Wisconsin Revenue Department. You have made my cats and I whole again.
