Pichioara – not being without a leg

Still winter….5 degrees below zero, 11 o’clock in the morning, I’ve just come from a “palaver” with the thieving drivers of my cab company bought by a fraudster, where they just laughed at me, “they’d show me where the bells hang in Moldavia”….ja, they also ended up stealing a lot of money and ruining me. On the way to my car, I see a young cat lying against the wall of a house, not unusual, because at least some heat escapes from the uninsulated prefabricated buildings when it’s freezing…but there’s a kind of hiding place next to the cat, where it would normally go in, and would also be protected from above. …I notice this and go to see if she is ok. From a distance of 3 meters I can already see that one hind leg looks strange, so unnaturally bent…. I go to her, she lets herself be touched, meows quietly in suffering, then I see that her leg is broken. In the middle of her thigh, I see a kink in the line that usually represents the leg or the thigh bone….BROKEN….. I pick her up carefully, she starts to cry but doesn’t resist. I get a good and safe grip on her with a big hand underneath and take her into the car (I always have an 80cm x 60cm Karlie transport box with a clean VetBed, fresh water and toilet, and some food in the car for safety reasons). …. I call the vet, he answers, thank God, and we go straight on, 100 km to the vet. …. Thank God I was able to bring station boxes to the vet from Germany shortly beforehand with my last free money, because otherwise it’s the Stone Age in Moldova. Of course there are high-class vets for the oligarchs. But only for them. And for pedigree cats. And real money, even more than in Germany. Dubai for the poor. My vet is very capable and has a good heart. God bless him…. he gave this cat a first-class bone operation over 3 months (including neutering, of course), even got the metal plate out again, and the cat…. looks itself…. a picture of pretty and with no suffering in sight…. jumps and runs and climbs like NEW….She would have frozen to death on the wall of the house the next night or been eaten by dogs. I later found out that a cat-hater lives in the area who deliberately breaks cats’ hind legs so that they die miserably. What a bastard. My little Tiger 3 is also from the area. We had to amputate her leg, but she too is alive and enjoying life… Check out her report…Tiger 3…..If you don’t have the opportunity to adopt, please help us to help…not for us, for the cats…..Thank you…..