Hi! My name is Souzas and I am a handsome male cat a little over a year old.
I was born in a large garden under a daisy bush and spent my first year playing with my two brothers and sister.
What fun we used to have! We would play hide and seek, chase each other and our mother taught us to hunt mice and drive Aris, the pit-bull of the house, crazy.
We were quite young when our mother introduced us to our human neighbours- Maria and Dimitris. They were thrilled to make our acquaintance, because we were the cutest little kittens they had ever seen!
When our mother stopped breastfeeding us, she took us along to where Maria and Dimitris gave us food daily. I have always been a fearless cat and was the first to jump to Maria’s lap and enjoyed jumping to the kitchen window sill, although, to my dismay, the window was always closed.
It is said that cats are curious creatures and I am no exception. When new neighbours moved into the house across the street to my garden, I took my brothers and sisters to pay them a visit.
They were very friendly and from time to time would give us something to eat – especially when they had what they called a barbecue. My mouth waters when I remember it!
And then … disaster came. One cold night I visited the neighbours. They had visitors and the air smelt of nice barbecued meat, but I did not know the visitors, so I hid myself under a jeep. Carefully, I climbed up into its engine, where it was cozy and warm. I fell asleep … A sudden loud noise and an acute pain in my left foreleg woke me. The car engine had started. I screamed! The engine stopped. Someone opened the top and I saw two scared people looking at me. Then more people rushed towards the jeep. They tried to pull me out but I was too scared to let them so I managed to escape leaving my paw behind.
They tried to catch me. They said something about taking me to a vet, but I would not let them near me. I ran to Maria’s door and waited for her to wake up.
At seeing me next morning, she gasped. Immediately, I was put in a kennel and driven to a vet clinic.
They examined me, took my temperature and listened to my heart. A lady said that I must be a very exceptional cat – which of course I am. She said: “It is a wonder that he does not bite us, when he must be under such pain”. Another doctor said that I was a stoic philosopher, taking life as it comes. They told Maria that my leg had to be amputated from the shoulder if I was to live. The cost would be considerable, but they would do their best to decrease it, due to what they called the crisis. She agreed to have me amputated. I saw a tear come out of her eye and could hear her think that she wanted me to live, no matter what the cost would be. How I loved her then!
She left me in the clinic. After two days I was operated on. I woke up to find myself wearing a big collar and with one foreleg less. I was sad but determined to make the best of it. Some days later, I was taken home – not in the garden, but inside the house. A small spare room was given me, furnished with toys for me to play and a container with sand for my toilet. Also with plates for food and water.
Maria was nice to me. She gave me special treats of nice food and added in it my medication. After some time, I was taken to the clinic to have the stitches removed. They said they would most probably give me a tranquilizing injection. But they had forgotten that I am a stoic philosopher! I stood very still and let them remove the stitches without a flinch! They were awed! And I was very proud …
Two months have passed now. My fur has grown and I am a handsome cat once again. I can walk and even run; too fast for people to catch me but not fast enough to escape stray dogs. That’s why my friends will not let me outside the house.
I have a small room of my own. I even have a small balcony. Sometimes they let me go there and hear the news of my family. I hear that one of my brothers has disappeared. My sister has had kittens. Male cats molest her – whatever that means. I cannot complain. I have a nice life but sometimes I miss the freedom I so enjoyed out there.
I know that you who read this site do love animals. Therefore I asked Maria to write my story and ask you to please bang on your engine top and use your horn, in short make enough noise to scare any cat foolish enough to have climbed into your engine BEFORE actually starting the engine. It is not much really, and can save a cat much pain and people much sorrow, embarrassment and a considerable amount of money.