Hi … I’m Eve. I’m 11
years old, and I love adventures. My latest adventure, however, didn’t quite
turn out as planned.
It was a beautiful day
Sunday, May 23, 2010—one of the first beautiful days we’ve had all year here in
Chicago. My moms went out for a bike ride and left my kitten and me here at
home to luxuriate for a while. I was doing just fine relaxing and wandering
around the apartment when all of a sudden I got crazy spooked! I can’t tell you
the details of what happened, because my kitten swore me to secrecy.
Suddenly I found myself pushing
out the screen in the dining room with my nose and the concrete sidewalk was
looming ominously three floors down. When I realized my grave error, it was too
late. I DEFINITELY cannot fly.
Through the pain that
hit instantly, I looked up at the window and knew that there was no going back.
Where could my moms be? I’d seen them walking west out of the front door lots
of times, so I decided to try going that way. Nope … not there.
As I limped toward the
busy corner, some really nice folks started talking to me and coaxing me toward
them. I thought it might be a good idea to follow them, since I really had no
idea what other options I had. They took me behind their restaurant and made me
feel just about as comfy as I could feel at that point. There were some really
excellent smells wafting from inside their back door. I wondered what those
might be….
Then they gave me some
nice cold water and some meat (specialty Indian lamb, no less!) that tasted
totally scrumptious—no kitten chowder remnants here! My back legs really hurt,
though, and I kept wondering where my moms were … and knew that they would NOT
be happy with this adventure.
Suddenly, one of them
showed up! She was all out of breath and upset (my fault, yes … I know it was
her birthday, but this had all seemed like a great idea at the time!), but I
could feel the relief in her deep exhale. As I lay on the ground, she touched
my head and thanked the nice people who’d been keeping me company. Then the
other one came! Oh, I was SO happy. She was crying and shaking but sat down
next to me and kissed me. I knew then that I was going to be okay.
Stuff started to get a
little bit blurry for me then. I got lifted into a car and one of my moms got
in next to me. A few minutes later we arrived at another place where some other
nice people came out to the car and lifted me out. I got separated from her for
a minute then, but I still had that feeling that I was going to be okay.
A little (or a long?)
while later, these nice people lifted me up onto a stretcher and wheeled me
outside. They lifted me into a car that smelled sort of familiar, and laid me
down in the backseat next to one of my moms. We started driving—along super
bumpy roads—for what seemed like forever. It was really dark, and I felt just a
little bit scared right then.
Finally we stopped and
the doors opened. There were even MORE nice people here. They lifted me out of
the backseat and took me inside. Things got even blurrier after that, and I
eventually found myself with some tubes attached to me and feeling really
loopy. These nice people were great. They called me sweetheart, touched my
head, and told me they were going to fix me up. Call me crazy (go on … it’s
okay!), but I believed them. I think it was still the same day as my bad idea,
but like I said … I was pretty darn loopy. It was a long night.
The days and the nights
all started to run together. There weren’t any windows in this new place, and I
didn’t really know where my moms had gone. I didn’t feel too afraid, though,
because everyone was so nice to me. They gave me stuff in the tubes that made
me feel relaxed, and I was so grateful. I knew that my moms brought me here
because they love me, and that made me happy. I missed them, of course (and my kitten
too!), but I knew they’d be back for me and that I had to be in this place to
heal.
Later that day, one of
my moms showed up! I was so glad to see her. I could feel her presence and
sense her smell before she even walked up to my double-wide cage-bed. She
snuggled down with me and touched my non-hurty spots and talked to me for a
while. I was so glad she was there, even though I couldn’t really show it too
much because I was kinda out of it. Every minute was sort of like an hour,
though, and I felt good.
That whole day was
pretty hazy, and I kept hearing the words “monitoring,” “stable,” and “severe
pelvic fracture.” I slept a lot and just lay around. I guess I knew it was
morning when the different people started coming around. Then one of my moms came
again! She only had a few minutes to spend with me this time—well, at least I
think it was a few minutes because I kept hearing “five to ten minutes, they’re
coming.” She left when I heard the words “prep her,” and most of what’s after
that I can’t really remember.
I woke up some time
later, back in my double-wide with those other nice people around. I was in a
whole lot of pain. Everything felt sore, and I wasn’t even sure where it was
all coming from. It seemed a little drafty on my back, and when I turned to
look, all my fur was gone! WEIRD!
I rested a lot that day
and when I woke up again, BOTH my moms were there!
They stayed with me for
a while then, and I could almost sit up and was looking around all over. We
tried to walk around with the nice ladies, but I was hurting so much that I
couldn’t so they were holding me up with some sort of harness. I don’t like to
cry, but I did … some. I really wanted to come home—back to my kitten and my
moms and all—but I had a job to do. I had to rest and get better. So that’s
where I am now.
