It was 1:30 in the morning and I was sound asleep…until the searing pain in my hand jolted me awake.
Groggy and confused, I found that Mommacat’s teeth were buried in my hand while her whole little body was in seizure.
Her jaws were locked and every spasm of the seizure drove her fangs deeper.
She bit through a blood vessel and I was bleeding profusely.
Her jaws finally released and I ran into the bathroom to clean the wound and stop the bleeding.
When I came out with my hand wrapped in toilet paper and undoubtedly, a grimace on my face, she stared up at me from the floor with big saucer eyes.
She was ashamed and frightened, her little frame still trembling from the seizure.
I sat on the floor with her and gently petted her head…it wasn’t your fault, little one…it will be alright.
I went back to bed and she did too…resting her head on toilet paper and with a paw on my face.
The next morning it was obvious that I needed to get to the emergency room…my hand was hot and grotesquely swollen.
They took me right in…and asked me to fill out a bite report for county animal control.
“No, I won’t.”
“Go to hell.”
It was a brief conversation…
After antibiotics kicked and my GP did a unpleasant procedure on my hand the next day (I’ll spare you) it started to get better.
I’m almost out of the woods.
Mommacat is declining fast, however.
The day is coming, perhaps in hours…that I will have to make the sad trip to release her from her earthly afflictions.
She will pass knowing that she’s completely forgiven and wholly loved…with her head on my hand and a tiny paw on my face.
Perhaps the Lord will send Chester to bring her home…
Because of Jesus, I’ll leave here the same way.
Completely forgiven and wholly loved.
The devil may bring an accusation against me, but he will be told to go to hell.
It won’t matter what I’ve done, but what He did for me.
Perhaps, the Lord will send Chester and Mommacat to bring me home…
I hope so…
Make your own application…