The Heart-Wrenching Story Of Lorena The Color Point Cat
Continued from our colorpoint cats page
He was the smartest cat I ever knew, until Lorena (another color point cat) came on the scene. By then the older children had grown and gone, and Lorena was adopted as a birthday gift for our youngest daughter, Alicia. Alicia was required to be home by twilight, although our neighborhood is extremely safe.
The first time I allowed her to sleep over with a friend, Lorena (remember that Lorena is a color point cat) came into the kitchen at twilight and began to talk urgently to me. I assured her that I knew where Alicia was, but Lorena refused to be appeased.
Eventually, Lorena figured out where Alicia was sleeping over, and would go sleep on the windowsill of whatever house it was. I could tell a million stories about that color point cat Lorena--how she learned to open the locked garage door, how she could tell time, how neatly she ate her mice after bringing them indoors to her dish--but here's the heartbreaker.
Alicia was out of town for a couple of months, and Lorena was pining. One day she was attacked by a neighboring wolf-dog. We rushed our color point to the vet. Most of the injuries were minor, but she had a tunnel through the skin on the top of her back. To keep the surface from healing over while infection bred in the tunnel, we had to pour an antiseptic solution through the tunnel four times a day.
In order to do this--it was two-pound Lorena who had conquered a six-pound duck--my husband got a towel and wrapped her front paws in it, holding her back paws under his arm, and held her over the bathroom sink, while I poured the solution through. After the third day of this, Lorena saw my husband and me heading for the bathroom. Our color point ran ahead of us, jumped up on the bathroom counter, and put both her front paws on the towel. I cried.
on hand at all times now. We had to bomb our whole house just because we got a little lazy with the frontline.