We live in a beautiful part of Scotland and live in the countryside. On my way home from town one day, I spotted a little black cat on the left side of the road. I slowed down and move over to the other side of the road. Then suddenly this little black cat threw himself under the wheels of the car. I braked hard but felt the sickening bump. When I got out of the car he was laying in the road, I stroked him and said I was ever so sorry but why did he do that? His eyes were flickering and I spoke quietly to him. I have mini poodles so always have a cage in the car, I got the vet bed out of the cage and by this time another lady had stopped her car and came to help me. We put the little cat on the vet bed and carried him to the cage. I rushed the cat to the vets, by the time I go to the vets he was sitting up in his cage and howling his head off. The vet determined that it was a tom cat and they would look after him. They asked me if I wanted to name him so I called him Lucky. I went from house to house asking if anyone had a black cat with a white diamond in his chest. I put up adverts stating that he had been knocked down and put the vet's phone number and my phone number on the flyer. Next morning the vet phoned to say that no one had claimed Lucky and did I want them to send him to the Cats Protection. I said no, I had knocked him down I was now responsible for him and would keep him. Lucky received only road burn on his back legs and little bit on his head. He had escaped with his life intact. The vet did not think Lucky would survive as he had been starved for so long and was very emaciated. At first I thought Lucky was a kitten, but in fact he was about 3 years old and only weighed 4 pounds. When I brought Lucky home and he saw the dish of cat biscuits in the cat room he must have thought he'd eat as much as he could because he probably wouldn't eat again and he ate the lot
3 weeks later Lucky was being sick a lot and back to the vets he went. He had developed a stomach ulcer and was given medication. It took Lucky a few months to really settle, eventually he started to roam around the house, we let him come to us and he did. Two years later and Lucky is a huge cat who now weighs in at a whopping 25 pounds and sleeps at my shoulder every night. I love him to bits and he is a very gentle little man.
