I'm going to copy and paste a message I sent to some of my cat friends, yesterday to explain all of this. What I can tell you, before you even start reading is that Mimi is eating, resting well (right at my feet) in the midst of the precious dogs that love her so much, with very little interest in going near the door. I did walk out with her this morning, where she did her business and came right back inside. Everything is ok, if my heart will ever stop pounding.......
It has been a frightening afternoon here, and I know some of you are going to be thinking "I told you so"(in regards to having indoor/outdoor cats), but please don't say it to me right now. I'm far too upset for that. Helen and I drove into the driveway around 5:45 and I immediately noticed two dogs in our front yard.....not our dogs. One was shaking something and pawing at the ground in the front flower bed. It was my Mimi he was shaking. I immediately laid on the horn, threw the car into park, jumped out and started screaming at him. I guess it startled him just enough for him to let go for a second and he did, and she, bless her 16 year old heart, ran up a tree. Only problem is she ran way, way up, and appeared to be struggling to get there. We got the 16 ft extension ladder, which I held, and Helen climbed, but we couldn't get close enough to her to reach her and she wasn't budging. The top of the ladder was probably still 6-7 feet from the limb she was on. She panted and she was breathing so hard, but I had no way of knowing if that was fright, pain, or a combination of both. We desperately called our friends Randy and Sherry to see if they would bring their pickup truck over. We couldn't find any of them. Our next door neighbor who has a pickup truck wasn't at home. I called another neighbor and she was home, but she said she couldn't drive their old pickup because it had a clutch. Well, I could, and I did. Drove the truck up under the tree, moved some things in the back of it and got the ladder in there and secure, and bless my darling baby girl's heart, she climbed up that ladder and was able to get Mimi with one hand. Thank goodness Mimi was willing to turn around on the limb and move towards her hand. She adores Helen and I think it worked better than if Scott or I had been trying. She rode down the ladder on Helen's shoulder, purring her sweet little heart out. I guess their bond got even better. Helen was scared to death. She hates heights, but she was bound and determined that I wasn't going to climb the ladder. So I secured it and held on tight and she did the hard part. Mimi didn't even scratch her.
She has no puncture wounds, no signs of anything except being tired and maybe a bit stiff. This dog appeared to be a Boxer, and when I started screaming, it and the other dog that was with it, ran off. I did notice that they appeared to be healthy, but I couldn't tell if either was wearing a collar. Frankly, I didn't look. Scott and I did go looking after he got back home, but we didn't find them.
Mimi has eaten, is curled up in the living room now, and if I can possibly make it happen, she will not go outside without one of us with her again. She was right here in our own front yard. We never have stray dogs. Turns out that Butter was outside at the same time, but he was sleeping on the porch next door. He might have inflicted some damage on that dog, but the 5 lb girl, being so old, didn't have it in her. All I know is that we were very lucky to have driven up exactly when we did.
Logan
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