Love can make miracles. This is my Diesel – the day I found him coated in diesel oil and a few months later.
Sometimes you choose to be a hero, more often it is thrown on you like a cart of bricks.
It was around 4am, still dark and we were driving back from visiting the patient. With no patient in the back of the ambulance and no call waiting to answer our vehicle slowly toddle along the old forest road. Strange movement in the middle of the road caught my attention, being a Capitan of this vessel I commanded to stop and went to investigate.
In the middle of the road, crawling aimlessly was a kitten. There were no houses nearby, just this lonely few weeks old baby we almost crushed under the wheel.
What choice have I had?
I picked up the kitten only to notice he is covered in black goo, which easily transferred to my work uniform – and guess what I was holding him on my lap so … Now with just 10 minutes away from the station I was asking all cat gods to not have a call because arriving as dirty as I was wouldn’t testify well about the quality of service. My silent prayer must have been listened to because not only we didn’t have a call at that moment but we also were left in the station till the end of my shift.
Little that I know picking this little bundle of oil will change my life. You see, Diesel got toxic brain damage and as a result, he had epilepsy. Now our life turns around his medication and every holiday have to be carefully planned. Still, I never regretted the choice I’ve made that night.
He was supposed to perish on the road, we were advised to put him down because of uncurable refractory epilepsy and expensive treatment, and yet he is with us his 6th year living the best life we can give him.
If you can today look around and support your local cat charity, they choose to be a hero for stray, injured or neglected cats. hopefully, we give more kittens their own happy ending.
To set a background for this story, Mark’s son has autism, a bit of weird form as he loves his cuddles and tickles, also when he is bored or really want something he makes a noise we call singing but … just imagine Florence Foster Jenkins type of opera aria.
We also have a disabled cat with severe epilepsy who love to sleep on the first-floor stairs, so we had to protect the balustrade with a transparent PVC sheet so when he has a seizure he doesn’t fall down to the ground floor. My other cats discovered that if they bang in this plastic drum long enough one of the humans go downstairs and feed them.
Scene: lovely quiet house 6am Saturday. We were blissfully cuddling.
After spending 15 years working as an ambulance doctor(one of my jobs) in Poland I acquire some super skills, I can hear things while sleeping. How you ask, well you need to hear bleeps and calls from dispatchers when you are on night shift and sleep-deprived.So I can hear when Leo wakes up and plays in his bedroom, nothing suspicious and nothing to actually wake me up. Suddenly someone sneaks at landing next to our main bedroom and …-
BUM, BUM, BUM, BUM – cats war drums start banging
– YAAA…yooo….aaaaa…AAAAA – our own personal opera singer join the music
I just thought to myself “don’t show signs of life maybe they are like bears and they will walk away but hell no
.- BUM, BUM, BUM, BUM
– BUM, BUM, BUM, BUM
– BUM, BUM, BUM, BUM
After 15 min I just realize, yes you fecking monsters, sleeping Gods heard the song of your people and they will arise, grumpy as fuck.
And guess what? Once we emerge from the bedroom everyone was like a piece of sunshine, Leo instant went to Mark for cuddles, cats start purring like crazy and asking for strokes, just fecking ray of sunshine and of course house is now calm, quiet and perfectly at peace … and we sitting in the living room sipping coffee and trying to get rid of murderous thoughts.
Being a part-time author and a full-time doctor is not easy. Today my long nine shift ended up in a splitting headache. Crowded ED, difficult patients, doctors sick absence and me trying to make it work.
… but at least I can add realistic injury details to every battle. Every job has some perks it seems. 🙂
People do weird things this year; we, for example, decided to exchange doors for a new one. Installation was booked for today at 8 am, so we woke up early in the morning to lock the cats in upstairs rooms; we did not want any accidents with escapees to happen of course. As you all know, one of our cats is feral. Spitfire was born and raised without human intervention. Still, as we moved houses, she moved in with us, and that is how we ended up with an untouchable cat who just enjoys our hospitality. With a few hours of installation and completely open doors we needed to secure her, Mark wanted to shoo her upstairs. Still, I thought if we were going to scare her anyway, I would have a bit of poking and prodding to make sure she was all right.
And that is where the story begins. We get her into the corner and tangled into blankets. I’ve got my poking moments, and she was ready. At this point, Mark decided he would carry her up.
… BIG MISTAKE
… REALLY BIG MISTAKE
Once he started walking with her, our so far reasonably calm cat (except hissing and spitting) got possessed by the demon., and she began to thrash around. I said, “Let her go, ” but for some reason, this stubborn mule of the man decided to fight with a demon cat and hold her even tighter.
THAT WAS IT.
Spitfire wriggles herself and somehow manages to sink her fangs into Marks’s hand, right in the vein. Blood was hosing everywhere but did he let her go.
No cat will win with a determined man. So he is holding her with one hand, the second creating a puddle of blood on the floor. Gore and carnage were witnessed by Serennah, who, with the blaze of a 12-year-old girl, was munching her Frosties sitting on the stairs and saying, “that is just gross”.
I finally convince Mark to let go of the cat and come to the kitchen to put his slaughtered hand under cold water. He was pissed like a bag of badgers and on adrenaline overload. Serennah needed to go to school, and there was a lot of blood to clean.
I doctored his hand – yeah, sterile strips and antibiotics are part of our cat-household first aid and calmed him down with the copious amount of chocolate to the point of coherent thinking. The kid was sent to school with a story to tell, and blood was mopped off the floor. Peace returned to the crazy cat house.
Summarising this entire story – we have new doors, and they are pretty
Welcome to our page. We have a difficult start and a few teething problems but I’m hoping to update you all on our progress in writing “Autumn Magic”. Hopefully, once I learn how to operate a website all will be easier, for now all we asked please show us some patients – it is a new adventure, and we excited with those baby steps.