Willys Diary E-Book

Thomas Preller

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 87

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Some cats are falling from the sky. Especially when you find one of them suddenly as a dying furry ball in the middle of the Dirt and take it home to coddle up. Willys diary describes in a humorous manner its way back into life and the experiences of a kitten on the way to adulthood. A true story with surprising results! Illustrated with 82 Photos.

Leseprobe

This book is dedicated to all cats, who did not survive this year and those that accompanied Willy on his journey:

Molly

Salsa

Lola

Caruso

Mister Schiefkopf

Miss Basedow

Mister Rötli

Miss Güllegrube

Luigi Cannelloni

Herzibobbele

and Franzi.

My thanks go to the farm

at the local village,

and to the Willy fan club

on the Internet.

Without you this diary

would not exist!

A word from Willy at the beginning:

“Please excuse my bad English, I’m just

a tiny cat and have to learn a lot”.

Table of Contents

First Day: Darkness

The start of a new life

The feeding bowl pack

Staff decisions

Lights on!

Half digested is well pooped

Fun with the staff

New Friends

Up with the left paw

The early bird catches the worm

Weekend

Swimsuits are for wimps

Games without frontiers

The bowl is not enough

Sleep in?

Gifts everywhere!

Criminal tango

Colour Capriccio

Morning exercises

Tombola

Political education

Feeding of predators

The sophisticated lady and her business

Diet?

Excursion with obstacles

Gourmet

Love games

Gifts again!

Farm cats

Nasty coevals

Kitchen mathematics,

Everything ‘different’

Beyond the horizon

First Day: Darkness

I don’t know how I came here. I just know that I felt a kick and fell on this lonely dirt road. I feel all alone. My mum and siblings are nowhere nearby. I can’t see anything, I can only hear. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming towards me and I’m really scared.

Maybe I should go in the direction where the footsteps come from?

Well, it can’t be worse than it already is.

I feel so miserable, weak, thirsty, hungry and tired and anyway, I do want to know what to expect here.

I hear a voice saying:

“Hey, this little one looks just like the killer whale from the movie! He is so courageous, walking towards me like that. If it is a boy, I think the name Willy will suit him well.”

A short time later I hear the same voice:

“No wonder that it comes to me as the eyes are totally stuck together and can’t see anything at all. Say, where did you come from? Where are your mum and siblings?”

Well, you fast learner, now you seem to have realised that I cannot see.

I can feel and smell the scent of another strange cat next to me and the voice says: “Hey, Mister Schiefkopf, is that one of your kids?” But as quick as it came, the scent disappears again.

Suddenly, two warm hands touch me and lift me up.

“We should bring the little one to the farmer. He has an eye ointment on the shelf for emergencies that he received from the vet. The kitten is so dirty; look at the filthy coat.”

Somehow I feel that the hands that surround me, want to do me no harm. So I keep quiet and wait for what comes next.

I am carried a short distance. Here it smells like many other animals that I do not know. One of these animals makes a noise that sounds like ‘moo’.

A short time later another friendly voice says,

“Where did you get it? I don’t know this one.”

Then I get a little slippery stuff rubbed above my nose. The voice of whoever it is, carries me and then says:

“Now you will get your eyes treated by the farmer. We will then take you back to the place where we found you. Maybe your Mummy is waiting for you. I’ve seen a cat there that looks so similar to you.”

Again someone takes me a few steps further and places me on the ground. I hear two people discussing what they should do with me.

“We’ll leave it here for the time being. It may well be that the mother cat finds him.

Tomorrow we’ll see if the little one is still there.”

I feel that a little bowl is pushed towards me and someone gently pushes my mouth into it.

“Allright, fresh cow’s milk for you. As weak as you are, you must be so hungry. This is quite a special treat and tastes really good!”

I don’t feel like anything because I’m so tired and can barely move. I am gently stroked goodbye.

I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what was and what will be. The voices are now quite distant and I’m alone again. No siblings and no Mummy. I could just meow.

However, I am so weak that I can hardly stand on my feet again and I’m also so scared. The only things I hear are the loud noises of many iron animals that pass by quickly in the distance. People say they are called cars. It’s feeling chilly around me. It’s dark and I fall asleep.

Am I going to die now?

The start of a new life

“Look, it is still in the same place in the blazing midday sun! Is it still alive? It does not move.”

The two voices that I heard yesterday begin to discuss what to do with me.

With my last strength, I lift my head, as they say, “Look, it’s still alive! Come on, let’s take it to the vet now, otherwise it will not survive the day.”

I am gently lifted from the hard ground on which I slept and am smoothly stroked. This feels so good.

“Well, now we are looking for something with which to transport you in because there is no real cat basket available. A cardboard box will do for the moment until we get home.”

I am placed in the box and feel the lid close over me.

After a few steps in this comical narrow box, I’m dreadfully shaken. The people call it cycling and it is supposed to be healthy, but I don’t like it. Although I’m protesting with my last strength, it’s useless and the shaking continues.

Fortunately, the journey does not take long and I am transferred from the box in which I can hardly turn around, into a comfortable wicker with cushions. Oh, that’s so soft. It feels really nice. There’s plenty of space for me and air to breathe. It’s so much more comfortable.

However, I really don’t know what comes next and would love to be spared of it. Veterinary! In my case, a female vet, but I guess that does not make any difference at all.

So now I am also curious. Somehow this is all very funny. There are strange voices everywhere and strange scents of many different animals; yet also a smell of unbelievable cleanliness.

“What do we have here? This kitten’s condition looks very bad! It was probably exposed on the farm. I’ve already seen a few cases of animal injustice in the past. The cats from the farm never look like this. So let’s see what kind of cat you are.”

I’m turned on my back, although I do not like this position and my hind legs are forced apart. What the heck are they doing with me?

“Ah, here we have a little boy in front of us. I guess he is about four weeks old. It doesn’t look like he has eyes.

Well, on the left I see something at the back like an eye and at the right, nothing at all. At the moment everything is full of pus and I see almost only raw flesh. We’ll have to wait for now and at worst he could remain blind. Now he’ll get his first dose of antibiotics. Because he is completely dehydrated, also some water under the skin, even if it hurts terribly. There are no parasites in the fur, but he will definitely still be dewormed. In two days we’ll meet again, then he will get the next antibiotic injection.”

The vet uses her two fingers to touch my coat on the back, pulls it up and it just stays that way. This does not seem to be normal and it hurts me.

Maybe this is the reason why I’m so incredibly thirsty all the time.

Do I have to like veterinarians?

I have not given her permission to push a cold metallic thing in my butt for an alleged body temperature measurement; after all, we are not with ‘Shades of grey’ or whatever it’s called.

But now I’m still stuck on my back and I have hellish pain. Ouch! That hurts terribly! I don’t want any needles in my back. Stop it immediately!

No, any amount of good persuasion won’t help so I have to scream like hell because of the pain I feel.

Into the bargain the vet says, “The belly feels very hard so I’m going to give him an enema just in case there also problems here.”

Enema? What’s this? Once again I get something cold pushed into my butt and it gurgles quite terribly within me. Although I try to defend myself, there are just too many hands holding me still.

After two or three pricks into my back I hear, “With a bottle of milk replacer every three hours and eye drops twice daily, perhaps this little one will get better soon. We can only hope that he survives at all. At the moment he is just hanging on because of his parched body. See you tomorrow. Hopefully you’ll be back.”

My health status seems quite bad when I hear the words of the vet. But bottles of milk sound good. About the eye drops, I’m not quite so sure.

As exhausted and weak as I am, my will to live is still unbroken.

“So you’re a boy,” says the voice, which has brought me here.

“Then we will probably call you Willy, after the famous Orca from the movie. It does suit you well.”

How the heck does this guy know what suits me and if I like this name at all? Well, it could have been much worse. I am really happy that they didn’t choose the name Samson or Puppet. The other bright voice that I already heard yesterday says, “You’ve really fallen from the sky” and I don’t know at all what she means.

I’m placed back into the basket. Where are they carrying me to now? “First you’ll come with us, because we will introduce you to Aunt Molly, Aunt Salsa and Aunt Lola.”