When Fred was about 7 years old, he got out and crawled up into the fan shroud of the car, and not knowing, my SO cranked the car. Thankfully it was one of those fans that would stop when something was caught in it, but he got a couple good spins and my SO had to turn the fan backward to get him out. He dropped off on the ground, unconcious, and my SO put him in the carrier and woke me out of a dead sleep screaming " I think I killed Fred!" I jumped up, grabbed my clothes and got them on just in time to see Fred walk out of the carrier shaking his head and looking confused. He wanted to eat, but we took him on to the vet. He checked Fred over and said nothing was broken, he had a fat lip, and a big bump on the head. He was never quite right after that. He would walk one way, then he would leap 4-5 feet in the air and walk off in whatever direction he came down in, even if it happened to be a corner, then we would have to turn him around to get him out of the corner and put him back in the right direction. He would shake his head, have seizures, and just be generally goofy. He was the biggest lovebug ever, though, and tough as an old shoe. He was my alpha and protector of the household and neighborhood kitties. I saw him several times attack a big dog to protect a kitten.
Pearl was abused before I got her and has never been right. She will hide for months, then she will come out and demand attention. She has been in that phase lately. It's great!
Pearl was abused before I got her and has never been right. She will hide for months, then she will come out and demand attention. She has been in that phase lately. It's great!