Trampus I must know. I've been thinking about it all afternoon - how did the cat save your life? If it was unconditional love and companionship that made your life bearable, a soul dependant on you and reason to go on thru and otherwise unbearable time in your life then that's a valid and wonderful answer.
However if you don't tell us then I forever be left with an image of a big grey moggy belting across the kitchen worktops and hurling himself at you, using all his weight to knock your violently skaking, smoking body clear of a toaster into which you've inserted a metal knife. Then perhaps calling an ambulance or doing CPR or using a defibrilator. Or have I taken that too far.
I like to think being a rufty tuffty country boy from a farming background I'd get it put down, in reality I'd pay the money!
I prefer to think of a couple of menacing heavies who had captured and restrained Trampus for their own amusement and nefarious gain, with the intention of killing him afterwards.
Then, Trampus' cat creeps up behind them silently (as cats do so well) and whacks their skulls open with a baseball bat before cutting through the restraints with claws so sharp that they glint in the light.
Trampus and cat then hug, and skip merrily off into the sunset.
Now, have [i]I[/i] taken that too far?
Not many cats survive being hit by a car.
If he did need £1200 spending on him he'd probably be in a pretty bad way anyway. So would it be fair to put him through a long recovery ?
Decision made.
It's v easy to run up £1200 in vets bills, see GF's post above about ours getting hit.
