Written by Laurelei Baker
A friend of mine saw a post on Craigslist for a kitty that was found on Quincy Street in Brooklyn just a few days before Christmas. The post said that the finder was from out of town, and that the cat’s leg would have to be amputated, but he had to leave town and would have no choice but to put the cat back out in the snow, since no rescue would help him.
I was appalled, thinking this must just be some ne’er do well who does not want to pay for his cat’s welfare. I called the number and a very young man by the name of Gregory answered. I asked him if anyone had stepped in to help with this cat, and he began to choke up. He was obviously very upset.
It turns out, he really was just passing through, staying with college friends on his way south for the holiday. He had taken the cat to a clinic and had x-rays done, where they said the leg would have to come off, it had been broken too long. Okay, I told him, please do not put the cat back outside, I will come and get him.
No Small Task
Arranging between work and travel, since it took two hours to get to New York City get the cat, I couldn’t get there before he was set to leave. This is the beauty of networking — a friend arranged for another friend who ran a local pet store to hold the cat (named Quincy for the street he was found on) overnight till I could get there. So we set out the next day and battled the holiday traffic into the city and arrived at the pet store.
They brought out this poor little cat, white, with a black thumbprint on his forehead. His nose was sort of swollen too, giving him a very angry look. I didn’t know what to expect! We drove him to a rescue friendly vet, who suggested I go back to Brooklyn (!) and get the original x-rays to save me money (did I mention it was the holidays? I needed this like a fish needs a bicycle). So off we went to Brooklyn, found the clinic, got the x-rays, and set off back to Manhattan, in lovely rush hour. When we finally got back and gave the vet the x-rays, they were of a dog’s chest.
All that time, gas, and stress for the wrong x-rays! So we went ahead and got him x-rayed again, and the vet agreed — the muscles had contracted too much and the leg would have to come off. I was not prepared, but had grown attached to him in the few short hours he was in our care.
He did endure the surgery, and has assimilated himself into our home and now rockets around like nobody’s business! No one thought to tell him he was crippled. We love him and want more folks to be aware that cats do NOT always land on their feet and that high rise falls can be fatal. I am glad that I picked up the phone to call, and I am glad for Quincy’s savior and benefactor, a young man by the name of Gregory who found him in the snow and did the right thing. He is an angel– this goes out to you, Gregory, wherever you are! (More Great Photos)