The cat came back

The cat came back

On Thanksgiving night, as everybody watched Margarita do tricks after dinner, they heard something yelping on the porch.

There was a bedraggled Giggle-Blizzard, for the first time in 11 days. His back legs were smashed. He had been hit by a car.

Not quite the next day.

The cat came back.

Thought he was a goner.

A little girl across the street told Steger she saw a car hit a cat and drive off. It had a gray coat. Steger winced.

Another day Steger saw whiskers between the teeth of a hungry vulture. She scared it off and saved a kitten that wasn’t Giggle-Blizzard.

It was hard not to lose hope.

But the cat came back.

The doctors said he had walked around like that for almost a week. After two surgeries — and $3,000 in vet bills — Giggle-Blizzard now mopes about with Christmas-colored splints on his hind legs. He will have them on at least another month.

He just couldn’t stay away.