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My name is Susi and to be frank
with you: I do not really know where I come from. Somehow I
ended up with my sister in a garden somewhere in Bangkok and the
owners of the house did not really care for us. Life was rather
harsh and we did not get food or water. Now you might think that
a cat should be in the position to hunt and care for itself.
Well, so far for the theory and I can tell from my own
experience that water is hard to come by especially during the
months of the dry season here in Bangkok.
I actually thought I was very clever and I made my tours usually
at night. The most attractive places are such homes where other
animals stay since there is often food left in a bowl somewhere
around the house. Often this is dog food but what do you care if
the stomach is empty. But more importantly there is often water
and that was what I urgently needed.
Well, there was this particular evening when I obviously
overlooked some dogs. You know that we some dogs are not
particularly friendly with cats but that is their nature.
Anyway, they got me and although I put up quite a fight: I was
seriously injured since they bit me in my belly. The only thing
I could do was to save myself under some kind of fence. Alarmed
by the terrible noise of the fight a maid came and looked for
me: the victim. She immediately brought me in the house and
asked the owner to come and see what happened.
Fortunately, this house was already a sanctuary for cats and
dogs and the owner immediately decided to drive me to the
nearest animal hospital. This is where I then stayed for about
ten days in intensive care. Things did not exactly look great
for me and my spirits went rather low. They started to
administer strong antibiotics but the wound did not heal and the
infection was even getting worse. The last hope was a specially
imported form of antibiotics which was very costly but finally
did the trick.
I don’t know why I deserved this but these people cared so much
for me. They put the food in my mouth, pumped water in my
throat, gave me all this medicine and held me in their arms
almost the whole days. Even after my stay in the hospital I was
too weak to walk and I found my place on a cushion on the desk
of my owner. They talked to me, caressed me and cared for all my
needs.
Now that I remember this dreadful time I feel very happy to be
here. There were of course already another five cats in the
house and I have to admit that my previous life left me rather
suspicious of others. But after some time and several exciting
discussions with my fellow cats I found my way to get along with
them. Today I feel lucky and the life I had before slowly fades
away and often just remains as a bad dream. I am no more a
street cat and I am very grateful for it. |
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