My Grandmother lives alone, with her cat at an apartment complex across town from us. On December 9th, a freak accident happened (we think electrical), and her house caught on fire.
She was dragged out of the house minutes later by the police, but we didn't find the cat. We suspect she didn't escape the fire, because she was looking for her cat inside.
I hope I'm not giving anyone the wrong impression here; my grandmother is still alive and putting up one HECK of a fight in the hosptial, fighting off both a Staph infection and Pneumonia. (she's 87)
After they put the fire out, and the firemen checked her house over, they concluded that there was no remains of a cat in there. They checked everywhere -- including places where a cat might hide (under bed, couch) That was about 2 weeks ago.
Since then, we have placed Ads on TV, and word has gotten around that a cat is missing. And there were also reports that a similar cat was coming back to the apartment complex late at night. But because of the cold weather and harsh conditions (there's forest behind her house, and coyotes too) we had given up hope, because he's 13 and an inside cat. But he's one heck of a fighter, and his nails are about 3 inches long.
But, a genuine post-Christmas miracle happened not even 2 days ago. The TV advertising worked; and it turns out that the cat has been staying with an old woman since Christmas day!! We had about given up... but he's pretty thin, looks like he got in a fight, and also has half his whiskers missing. Was it from fire? But we're happy to have him back; he's staying with his former owner. (the last time I posted was about how he found his new home, I beleive)
Anyway, I have had a hard time dealing with this all. I'm only 15, and I've been emotionally crippled for the last 2 weeks.
It's almost impossible to deal with this, because my grandmother's house is totally gone, and probably will get torn down soon. That place was a second home to me too; I used to ride my bike over there all the time, especially last summer. It really makes me appreciate things now.
Well, thanks for listening, everyone.
I thought I'd post this here because even though all of you don't really know me, you're all cat-lovers and maybe could understand the uncertainty and fear I felt until we found him.
I hope I'm not giving anyone the wrong impression here; my grandmother is still alive and putting up one HECK of a fight in the hosptial, fighting off both a Staph infection and Pneumonia. (she's 87)
After they put the fire out, and the firemen checked her house over, they concluded that there was no remains of a cat in there. They checked everywhere -- including places where a cat might hide (under bed, couch) That was about 2 weeks ago.
Since then, we have placed Ads on TV, and word has gotten around that a cat is missing. And there were also reports that a similar cat was coming back to the apartment complex late at night. But because of the cold weather and harsh conditions (there's forest behind her house, and coyotes too) we had given up hope, because he's 13 and an inside cat. But he's one heck of a fighter, and his nails are about 3 inches long.
But, a genuine post-Christmas miracle happened not even 2 days ago. The TV advertising worked; and it turns out that the cat has been staying with an old woman since Christmas day!! We had about given up... but he's pretty thin, looks like he got in a fight, and also has half his whiskers missing. Was it from fire? But we're happy to have him back; he's staying with his former owner. (the last time I posted was about how he found his new home, I beleive)
Anyway, I have had a hard time dealing with this all. I'm only 15, and I've been emotionally crippled for the last 2 weeks.
Well, thanks for listening, everyone.