Used Lives...

It's another week gone by and Rootbeer is still with us.
In fact, he's doing much better.
Ben and I brought him home last Friday from the vet.
He couldn't wait for Ben to carry him inside, so he jumped out
of his arms as soon as they cleared the car and were in sight
of the garage sidedoor.
He spent the next 20 minutes walking around the house, following
me from room to room.
The vet says from looking at the wound during surgery, his guess
is that a dog got Rootbeer and shook him in his mouth.
And some how he managed to get away and make it home...
Talk about a strong willed cat.

Rootbeer's 9 Lives...

Well, It's happened again.
Rootbeer went on "walk-about" a couple of nights ago.
He had been out with David in the garage. He's been
slowly gaining more confidence going outside since his 2-week
under-the-tire thing. But only if someone is with him and
only for short periods of time.
So when he didn't come home for the last couple of nights
we thought the worst.
Then today, after church and after lunch, I was going in the
sun room for something and I saw him by the french doors.
He was just standing there with one eye open and looking
rather ragged. I quickly opened the door and called his name
while bending down to touch him- no response at first.
I got him inside and we got him something to eat and drink.
David then carried him to our bed for a nap.
He's still there.
Talk about your 9 lives. He's using all his up.