[this really is true - I felt all tingly after it happened]
As I was getting myself ready before the rest of the family got up yesterday morning, I was thinking about blogging about accidents and how they can happen at any time (yes, I really do think about pet insurance all the time). It's right after the accident happens that you really really wished you had pet insurance.
Anyway, I come downstairs, put the kettle on for a cup of tea, and turned around to see poor old Lily limping pretty badly on one of her back legs. "What the ...?", I thought. When I took a look at her paw, it was really swollen and she was having trouble getting around. I couldn't believe it! Especially after what I was just thinking about.
After dropping the kids off at daycare, I took her up to the vet and she determined it wasn't broken, wasn't a usual type of cat bite, was extremely bruised and slightly punctured, and that she'd live. So, we got off lucky with one sad cat and a $150 bill, which is much less than I would have thought it would be given how awful it looked earlier. We still don't have pet insurance for her as I'm waiting for when we can sell policies (any day now) and she's getting the first one.
We can't work out what happened to Lily. I had that horrible sinking feeling that perhaps she'd caught her paw in a lurking mouse trap at home and managed to pull it off, all without us noticing, but I checked the remaining traps when I got home and they only had mice in them (up to 19 now). She must have caught it in something outside, that's all we can think of.
So, Lily will be staying inside with her Elizabethan Collar on for the next few days to heal that paw and then we need to have words with that young lady to keep within the boundaries of our property. What to do with her?
[See my follow post on Lily's vet visit here]
Now, I must remember to think about pots of gold when I get up in the morning tomorrow...