What a Horrendous Evening

The scheduled blog topic, The Kitchen, was preempted by a furry member of our family.

My Sweetie and I were watching an episode of ER when we heard a cat yelling. I thought it was Callie being sick. I went to investigate and saw Six sitting in the window and realized the sound was coming from that direction. Both of us thought it was a cat outside but couldn't see one. Then I looked down. Callie had fallen trying to jump up to the windowsill and was trapped between the wall and the radiator with both left legs jammed in between its ribs. Both looked broken.

We tried to free her but were having no luck. Loren ran next door to get help. Thank goodness they were home. We needed someone with an analytic mind who was not emotionally distraught.

Calvin is our knight in shining armor. He quickly analyzed the situation and devised a plan. He asked for a narrow board at least as long as she is to put under her. I ran to the basement and found a piece of 1917 tongue-and-grove flooring (good thing I kept it). Then we kept adding pieces of lumber to raise her so that we would have a chance of freeing her. We finally elevated her to a point where she was able to free her front leg but her back leg was still firmly trapped.

Debbie slowly began pushing on the leg and finally, it was free. My Sweetie bundled Callie up in the blanket we had been using to cover the rest of her body. As I drove to the emergency vet clinic, I kept thinking that she hadn't broken her legs. They just looked like that.

The power of positive thinking: she is fine. No broken bones. It is unbelievable.

How can we ever possibly thank our neighbors?