**fear not... it has a happy ending!**
Back in October, Jimmy attacked a cat.
We were walking along, and a cat came out from underneath a parked car RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM... he grabbed it, shook it, and in the shock of it all, I dropped the lead, so he ran off with the cat in his mouth.
I caught up with him 30 seconds later (but it felt like ages) and there was no cat anywhere, so I prayed it had just gone home, where its owners would look after his injuries and get him to a vet if needed. I was really shaken and upset, but it was nearly midnight, and seeing no sign of the cat, I dragged the beast home and went to bed.
Next morning, I could see in the light of day that Jimmy's eye was swollen and red and he had cuts/scratches all over his face, neck and front legs that I hadn't noticed in the horror of the night before. So off to the vet we went.
4 weeks, 3 courses of antibiotics and £400 later, the cat bites and scratches were finally healed.
We kept to our normal walking routine, every day walking past the house where we used to always see that cat sitting on a patio table. No sign of him... I thought he must be dead, and I felt so, so bad; especially thinking about the sorrow of the poor cat-owners.
Fast forward 7 months to May, and yesterday we walked past that house again, like we do every morning.... the woman is outside hanging up the washing, and the cat... the SAME cat... was standing beside her on the patio! I could not believe my eyes!!! I was so happy to see him.... looks like they are keeping him in now, and only letting him outdoors when they are also out.
SUCH RELIEF!!!
Hopefully the people had the cat insured so that the vet bills (there must have been vet bills) would be mainly covered.
So Jimmy is a vicious thug, but at least he's not a murderer.
