I really don't even know where to start. I don't want to make this an unbelievably long post, but I think I will feel better if I can just get it all out.
Warning: If you are not an animal lover, then you might not want to read this post. You will more than likely find it pretty ridiculous.
On Monday, I really did not feel well. (It is that time of year for me!) I left work a little early to go to the doctor. I got through at the doctor's office about 3:30 and called my mom to let her know that it was just another sinus/ear infection. She was hysterical. This is not normal for my mother. She told me that my dog (P)and her dog (M) had killed one of her cats. Remember me mentioning that P had hurt a stray cat that mama had inside at her house? Well apparently she and M decided that this was fun and not only hurt, but killed one of my mom's cats. Horrible.
My mom's cats are her family. My dad was not a cat fan, so we never got to have one. 3 months after my dad passed away, my mom brought home 3 cats who needed homes. She also has a 13 year-old dog (H) and a 2 year-old dog (M). Well, we cannot have P living with us full time because of my husband's job (long story). So, my husband and I rescued 2 tiny baby kittens a year and a half ago, and we were going to keep one and find one a home, but could not find a suitable home so we ended up with 2. We thought we could keep them because they never left our apartment, but it turns out no. My mom insisted that we let her keep them for us for now and that they could come visit when P came to visit us. Remember my mom only lives 7 miles from us, so we could see them daily.
So here is a run down: My mom has her dogs, M and H, and my dog P living with her. (3) She also has her 3 cats, S, S, and E. She has our 2 cats O and S. And the stray, A. (6) 6+3=9. Nine animals may seem like a little much to some, but it made my mom very happy. She had decided to try and find a home for a few of her babies because she realized it was a little much, but hadn't yet.
Now back to Monday. No one was home. We really don't know what happened and never will. H was in a crate because she is old and has accidents. Stray cat A was in a crate because she is still hurt. But P, M, S, S, E, O, and S were all in the house. P and M were covered in scratches and blood, so it was obvious that they had killed S.
I leave my prescription at the pharmacy and rush to my moms. She had already called my husband and asked him to come bury S. Right before he got there she found the other S and she was badly hurt. Oh my goodness. It was horrible. My mom and husband rushed her to the vet. I looked frantically for S and O. E was walking around meowing. She was fine, but we were afraid they had hurt S and O. My husband left my mom at the vet and came home to help me look for S and O. After about an hour my husband found O in my moms closet (the door was closed. I guess he closed it behind him?) on top of her dresser in the leg of a pair of her pants.
I picked mama up from the vet. The vet said he hoped S was going to be okay but it was touch and go. Big storms were brewing. Mama helped us look for S. Mama's house looked like a crime scene. It was scary! At about 6:30 p.m. we finally found our S. Thank goodness she was fine. My husband buried my mom's S while I took the dogs to our apartment and bathed and mediacted them. I called my MIL and they would take P for me and my SIL would take M. The vet said that P and M could never be trusted around cats again. Once they kill, they can never be trusted again.
My heart was broken! It was broken for my mom. MY dog had done this. She is an awesome dog who never does ANYTHING wrong. She is 6 1/2 and had never hurt a cat until the stray A. What happened???
I cried. My mom cried. My husband cried. Not only did my mom lose a cat, but she had to say good bye to her dog. She loved M! And S was at the vet and we weren't sure if she would make it.
While I was bathing P and M my husband called and said that there was a big storm coming and he had to get back to work. (He is responsible for 80+ people and he had to make sure they were safe during the storm). P and M were all cuddled in my bathroom, and I called my MIL to let her know we were not going to be able to bring P and M the 1.5 hours to their house that night because of the storms. That I would take off work on Tuesday and bring them. They stayed at our apartment where there are no cats Monday night.
I walked out the door to go to my moms house when the tornado sirens started going off.
I went in our bathroom with P and M and sat on the floor with them. My husband called me on my phone and told me that he had talked to the police station and they had sounded the sirens early. My town has had quite a few bad tornadoes, so they sound the sirens often to make sure everyone stays safe. I am okay with that!
So I jump in my car and drive quickly to my mom's house just in case. I really didn't want her to be alone. As soon as I pull up, the sirens start going off again. We head to the safe room with H and E, S, and O join us. A was safe in the bathroom. (She doesn't get along very well with others, obviously.)
A tornado did touch down in our town. It hit a mile north of my mom's neighborhood and a mile south of my mom's neighborhood. We lost power, but luckily there was no damage to mama's house. My husband called and told me NOT to try to come home that there were lines down and trees every where. So, I stayed at my mom's house in the dark. Where my husband and I live was hit hard! There is not a tree or power line left!
We got power back around 6 a.m. (We found out because we left the bedroom light on, and it came on when we got power back! Ha.) We got up around 8 a.m. We checked the weather and we had until 3 p.m. before round 2 of the storms came. Yes, you heard that right......round 2. Mama got ready and we headed to my place. This was not an easy trip. We dodged power lines and trees the whole way. The town looked awful. But luckily no one was killed! We picked up P and M and headed to my SIL's.
The vet called and said that S was not doing well and he was worried about her. He said that they did not have power, so they were closed but he would check on her regularly and let mama know if there was any change.
We made it to my SIL's. My mom was very upset to let M go, but she knew she could not trust her any more. My SIL has a dog the same breed around the same age who really needed a friend, so it worked out great......but was still very sad!
Then to my MIL to leave my baby. I was so sad. Still very mad at her for what she had done, but very sad. At this point, I hadn't even gotten to talk to my husband about what our dog had done. He loved those cats, too, and was so mad about the whole situation.
P is our baby. We got her right after our 1 year anniversary. We love her like she is our first child. She has been there for both of us through all of our infertility journey. I love S and O. We got them when they were babies a little over a year ago. They have lived with my mom more than they have lived with us, but some how they know we are their mom and dad and are very attached to us. S loves my husband and O is my baby. What were we going to do?? I felt like we had to choose. We had to choose whether we wanted P or S and O. Oh my. A parent should never have to choose, but I was not going to put S and O in danger. P is not aggressive. She has never bitten a person, never even growled at a person. She is actually pretty timid. I know. It doesn't make sense. But all animals have instincts. We can't be mad at her for being an animal.
I left P in tears with my mother-in-law. I totally trust her, but I won't get to see P every day.....unless I drive a 3 hour round trip daily......and believe me, I have thought about it, but that might be a little ridiculous. ha.
Well, we made it home by 3. Remember where I was when this all started.....at the pharmacy waiting on my medicine.....that I never got. I am feeling pretty horrible by this point. Not just emotionally drained, but I was running a fever and just feeling crummy. So we go by the pharmacy to pick up my meds.....it is closed because of no electricity. I call my doctors office and the pharmacy close to them is OPEN! Hooray! So I am just praying that the pharmacy hadn't filled my meds the day before, because then my insurance would not pay for it 2 days in a row even though I didn't actually have the first prescription in hand. Luckily they had not! Another hooray! So, I get my medicine, take my husband his charged cell phone.....remember we still don't have electricity at our place. I charged it at my mom's. And we are running trying to get back to my mom's by the time round 2 starts. I hated to leave my husband, but he is so busy during storms I wouldn't get to see him any way.......and I am NOT good at roughing it and my mom's electricity sounded a lot better than none. So I pack a bag and we race back to my mom's house in time to catch all 3 cats and 1 dog and head to the closet. Whew!
While in the closet, the vet calls and says S died. I was heart broken all over again, just like my mom. Oh. I feel so bad for her! I can't imagine. The vet was trying to get home before the storms, so he said he would bring S by the next day so we could bury her. My mom went from 5 pets to 2 in 2 days. I can't imagine!
More coming soon, but I am tired.