Chapter 1- The conversion of a non believer to a cat worshipper
The accident (...continues)
Anyway and going back to
my story once again, so and despite the fact, that deep down I was sort of scared
of that new menacing looking ginger tom cat I'd never (not even once) thought
or wished for that cat to get in any way harmed, I'd just hoped that he'll soon go away
like many others had gone before him.
But of course he didn't go
away, not at least for another month or so and he just stayed there most of the times, sitting or appearing to be sleeping on the same fence, and always watching me in silence every time
I'd get out of the house....
That day when the incident
happen as I said earlier I was running late for school (which it was only five
minutes away, that's why I was always rushing to get there, leaving it till the
very last minute possible as I knew I would only had to run to get there on
time). I was actually a lot more late than normal and therefore I didn't have
time to check on the cat or worry whether he was there watching me. But of
course he was and for the first time in weeks he decided to make his move.
At this point I would also like to mention that in our garden along with flowers
and other plants like tomatoes and lettuces which my mom will grow in the
spring we also had a few trees, a couple of fig trees, orange trees and a few others which were indigenous to the
country producing small yellow, juicy fruits early in spring, very tasty and of
course and very importantly also the Easter tree which although didn't seem to
produce any fruits any time of the year, it will flower with these lovely
purple flowers around Easter time, thus the name of course. The Easter tree was
close to the garden's iron gate and which tree, cats would often use to jump to
the opposite fence so to get on the road outside.
It was on that tree that
the ginger cat decided to jump on while I was trying to open to iron garden
gate to get out and it was at that moment that the cat seemed to lost his grip
on the branch he was balancing and then to fell suddenly and unexpectedly ...on me!
Everything seemed to
happen far too quickly, in the blink of an eye. One minute I was opening the
gate and the next I was covered in cat scratches and bites, as the same as I was
surprised cat, had tried to hold on to something (me) on his way down after his
unexpected fall.
So and on the positive
side of things of course I did manage to stop the cat's fall to the ground as he managed to land on the ground unharmed while on the other hand and not so positive side
of things and as a result of being used as an alternative tree or scratching surface so he could
get down himself, I've ended up being covered (in
both of my legs) with deep and very painful scratches and probably bites too....
After the few first
seconds of total surprise and astonishment on what had just actually happened, in which time the cat
had enough time to disappear, probably to somewhere a bit more safe and quiet (as at that point I had already started screaming) to also recover from the
shock, I've somehow came back to the reality.... of a world of a lot of pain. As I've just said it was this point when I've started, as it was expected. to scream and shout which made of course my mom
to run out from the house in a state of panic as I'm pretty sure I must have
sounded pretty hysterical and also looked
rather awful too!
I've probably shouted
something like: 'Help, I have being attacked by that demon cat!' or something in those lines, anyway who
really knows? I most definitely
can't remember being so long time ago for certain. But one thing is certain though that I was in a state of shock and in
a lot of pain as both my legs were bleeding as I seemed to havea rather big
scratches, starting from the knee
going all the way down to my foot, in both legs and with a few less serious others on the top of
my legs, which legs were mercifully kinda protected from what I was wearing at
the time, probably some type of skirt (as school uniforms were abandoned years
ago to relive kids and mostly parents from the financial burden of having to
buy expensive uniforms every year that is). Well I guess that experience was also the start of my general dislike of skirts and dresses since....I had a good reason I think!
When my mom finally came
out of the house and saw me covered in blood she panicked as it was expected of
course as her first impression was that I was a lot more seriously injured
than I had been in reality. Her first thoughts were probably that the cat had actually gone rabid or
something similar and attacked me not knowing yet that it was only an
unfortunate accident and my scratches were only the attempts of that poor cat
to save himself from a sudden and unexpected fall.
Myself on the other hand
being still in shock couldn't think that straight as my only thought was at the time and
despite the fact that I was in quite a lot of pain, that I was running really
late for school and I should be get going, bloody and scratched or not...Well
missing school was quite serious those days without having a really good excuse and a
few scratches and bites wasn't in my opinion then that was a good excuse...Yes I
was one of those kids that liked school, so what?
Naturally that day the
only place I ended up going to was the emergency room of course, where I've ended up spending the rest of my day waiting to get stitched and to have not just
one but three tetanus boosters because of my previous history.
You see a few
years back, when I was about 9 years old, I
had an accident, I fell outside and cut rather badly my jaw (you can see the scar even today) when
I've tripped on a rough, uneven part of a pavement and because my mom didn't take
me to the hospital straight away (not really her fault I was very strongly
minded, being the only child, so I've kinda convinced her that there was no
need to go to the hospital, it was just a little cut really...yeah right!).
Instead we went to the local doctor the following day who sent us to the
hospital straight away of course because
the cut was really bad as the bone was clearly shown and therefore had my
tetanus booster rather late. The result was that I've ended up with blood poisoning and
nearly died because it took the doctors a while to connect the ugly pus covered
spots under my nose with my still healing jaw injury till my face turned very red and got swollen, that
is. Well those misdiagnoses were quite common
those days and the doctors would rarely be blamed for being sometimes so
wrong in their diagnosis...or used to get sued for thousands...The late
diagnosis of course meant that I nearly died, after running a very high fever
for days and then having to suffer three summer months of heavily prescribed
antibiotics (three injections on a daily basis) when finally the doctors
figured out what was wrong with me and hurriedly filled me up with as much
antibiotics as my body could then take in. But of course I finally managed to
get through (even the doctors marvelled at my strong immune system who kept me
alive, then). So you see after this little 'incident' the doctors were a bit more
careful and cautious as they didn't want to have similar mistakes happening
again so when I've ended up to the emergency room once again after my recent accident the
doctor decided to give me not one but three tetanus boosters as they knew I
could easily take it (which I did actually, they didn't seem to cause me any
side effects, which again the doctors found fascinating...). But of course
along with preventing of any future infection and also because the cat was a
feral one, there was also always the possibility of rabies, although even those days
it was still kind rare occurrence so the
doctor and to avoid causing me any further unnecessary discomfort and pain
decided not to administer any rabies shots at that time but instead he told my
mother that we should try and keep an eye on that cat for at least 40 days and
if in that time the cat showed any signs of illness or he suddenly disappeared
to let him know straight away....Which of course meant actually looking after that cat.....
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