Fawn's Story

I say it was that chipmunk's fault. Really. I was minding my own business, ok so I admit I was a bit too close to the Thunderpath, but I was ok, yanno, when that chipper came running by. Oh he smelled tasty,yanno? So I forgot to be cautious and leaped after him onto the Path, just a bit though, just a bit!

And the next thing I knew I was lying by the side of the road in the dirt in a terrible state. My eye, I thought, what has happened to my eye? And my mouth felt just horrible, I couldn't close it. My tongue had no feeling. I've bitten it off, I thought.

I closed my eyes and prepared myself to go to the Bridge. I saw my mother waiting for me.

And then there were hands gently picking me up and I was at the v-e-t-s. Bright lights, stainless steel table, you know the routine. And the vet said, her injuries are not life threatening, but her jaw is broken and her tongue needs to be sewn back together. ohmagod, I thought and I blacked out.

When I woke up I didn't feel too good and I didn't look too good. I had tubes in me and I was kinda woozy. The gentle hand person took me to a house where there were other cats and the cats were gentle. One let me cuddle up to her. My mother? I said. I'm not your mother, the other cat said. But she let me cuddle up.

And now I am getting better. I still have a tube in me because I have to learn I can use my tongue to feed myself. I go to this place during the day where there are lots of cats and at night I go home to the house with lots of cats. I climb up on the one that will let me and I fall asleep.

I'm going to live, they say. But I worry, will I still be beautiful with only one eye? Where will I live? Will I have a person who will love me?



Tomorrow: Dancer Update and the Cheese Family, Mom, Dad and kits.