Creola loves cats. She is kind and loving. She has owned a lot of cats during her life. In 2013 Creola lived in Southampton, Ontario, where she was a minister. She was 64 at the time.
It was a cool spring evening. Creola, my GrandPal, was in her backyard about to rake some leaves. Creola saw something in a hedge...
It was an animal but she wasn't sure what type it was until she got a closer look. It was a big cat! The cat was in a lot of pain and it didn't really move much. The cat was too tired and hurt to run away. It was a black and grey striped domestic cat. The cat had been attacked by an animal. The cat didn't look like it had a home because it didn't have a name tag or a collar. The cat was in a lot of pain. It was hiding in a hedge from Creola! The cat stayed in the hedge for a couple of days. Creola could tell it was attacked by all the open wounds on the cat. It was attacked on its back leg. The cat wasn't crying. Creola left the cat outside for a few days because she was scared that the cat had an infection or disease that could have spread to her other cats, Lara and Muffin. She would bring food and water out for the cat.
Eventually, she brought the cat inside because the cat looked stronger. Creola had to put Polysporin on the cat. She lifted the cat with some gloves and put the cat on a blanket and brought the cat into the laundry room. Creola put the cat on a cat bed she had. Creola's other cats were unsure about the new cat. She was worried about the cat. The cat looked about seven or eight years old. She gave the cat medicine and her vet came over and gave the cat a rabies shot. The cat got better slowly.
Creola grew to like him. She liked that he was trusting and seemed to know Creola was trying to help the cat. It took three weeks for the cat to get better. Creola put the cat in a bed so that he could warm up, eat, and recover.
After all the shelter, food, and love that Creola had given him, the cat surprisingly sprinted out the back door! Creola couldn't believe that the cat ran away. Creola thought the cat would stay. Creola was sad and very surprised.
Creola told her friend, Liz, about the situation. Liz was worried about the cat. Creola left food out just in case the cat found its way back to her but the next day the food was still there. Creola thought that the cat had died but her friend thought the cat was still alive so Liz kept looking for the cat all around town.
Creola was very disappointed. She couldn't believe that the cat ran away. This story told me that Creola is compassionate, kind and loving.
Whenever I get into a situation like this, I hope I do the same as Creola, even if the cat runs away.