On Friday, the day we had the oak tree felled, Toby disappeared. Normally he comes to the door if I call him, but that day, nothing. I figured he got spooked by the chainsaw or the strangers in
Saturday morning, still no Toby.
Saturday afternoon, still no Toby.
Saturday night, still no Toby.
Sunday morning, still no Toby.
I figured the cat met his doom somewhere. I felt bad, but what could I do?
This afternoon when we came home from church, Toby was waiting at the back door.
The pitiful little guy was limping! His front paw pads look terribly scraped up, maybe even burned. (I'll save the visual imagery in case anyone is queasy.) But walking seems very painful for him. He even let me douse his paws with hydrogen peroxide. He ate and drank like a pig, happy to be home, then he limped over to my daughter's bed and took a looooong nap.
I would love to know what kind of trouble that cat found. I don't think he'll want to go on another adventure any time soon.