One morning when I was 12, my aunt called my mom. Something that seems pretty boring but ultimately changed our life!
My aunt said she'd caught a wild kitten running around in an abandonned garden. The kitten was for her accountant, but after catching the little ball of fur and being scratched everywhere by the ferral feline, the accountant left on vacation!
My aunt was also leaving for 2 weeks, and she had no one to take care of the kitten so she asked if we'd be so nice as to keep it for 2 weeks until the accountant could pick it up.
Arrived at our house a tiny little dark chocolate kitten, with long fluffy fur and green eyes. She was adorable! her face, ears and paws were darker brown, almost black.
She was sick and threw up in the kitchen and to our horror some worms were wiggling around!
We nursed her back to health, we grew attached to the little ball of fur that was so shy and wild and was warming up to us until my aunt came back from vacation.
Fifille as we had called her while in our care, was to be put back in the abandonned garden because the accountant decided she didn't want a cat in the end!
We simply could not accept it, and decided to of course keep her after having taken such good care of her.
Fifille grew up to be a gorgeous Diva cat, she darkened and her points aren't visible anymore and she is a ver dark chocolate brown and looks black unless the sun hits her, with beautiful piercing yellow-green eyes, the only thing you see when the light is dim.
Fifille only liked my younger brother, she would sleep with him, let him do anything to her, drink in water bottle caps for him when he asked her.
One night, Fifile didn't come home from her daily outing. We were not too worried as our other cat did that sometimes but, the 3rd day she still didn't come home we thought for sure we'd never see her again.
On the 4th day, my father came home and heard as he entered the front yard a small "meoooow" he called "fifille?" even though that cat never answered her name and ignored us and even growled anytime someone else than my younger brother held her, she wasn't very social.
As my father called, the meows got more intense and he saw at the edge of the garden Fifille looking at him laying down. She meowed but didn't move.
He went to pick her up and realized she seemed paralyzed from the hip down.
This is why it had taken so long for her to come home: she got hit by a car somewhere and had to crawl on her front paws only to get home!!
We had no money for surgery at the vet and asked my little brother what to do, he insisted we take her to the vet and see our options.
She had a triple hip-bone fracture and the leg on the side of the fractures was out of the socket and limp, her leg was cold because she'd dragged herself and cut blood flow to her leg.
The vet said we could either operate which would costs thousands, put her down or if she was strong enough she could be put in a cage immobilized for 3 months and see if the bone heals by itself.
My little brother and I insisted we try the cage method since we couldn't afford the other option.
My mother thought for sure Fifille the independant cat would go crazy in the cage but she was patient.
We brought in our friend who heals with her hands to try and accelerate the healing. Fifille would normally run away or growl at a stranger, but when our friend came, she was calm, our friend put her hands 1 inch above Fifille and a second later, she was purring!
Fifille had an amazing recovery, we did not even have to put the leg back in the socket, she started getting up after a couple of months by herself!
One day on the bed, my mother thought a bee had died in the sheets, only to realize that it was... FIFILLE'S TOE! The cut blood flow from the accident didn't get to her toe and in the end it dried up and fell clean off! Since she has long haid and it's on the back paw, no one can tell
The most amazing part of this story is that Fifille is now a different cat, she will not growl when you pick her up, she won't run away anymore when you call her name and she will even jump on your stomach if you're lying down on the couch to get cuddles!
I think she knows we had a choice and we saved her life the best way we could.
MY mother sent me pictures of her just the other day:
I'm not a very good story writer, but perhaps you can tell it to other people better than me