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This blog was created in honor of Khan, the Warrior Cat, to provide his fans with updates and information on his progress. Khan was rescued by Shadow Cats in Round Rock, Texas in 2006, after being hit by a car and found wandering the highway. He underwent several surgeries performed by Dr. Roy Smith at the Central Texas Cat Hospital to restore his smashed jaw, remove his damaged eye, and restore mobility. He still had damaged ears from years of infections, neurological problems, only two teeth, and spinal injuries that affected his gait, but he had a great spirit. He got to know many people, and many others heard his story, during the time he stayed at Shadow Cats and the two years during which we were blessed to have him in our home. This blog is dedicated to them, to all of those involved in his rescue, and to anyone who has helped a cat in desperate need.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Bad Dreams

Last night I couldn't sleep. When I finally did drop off, around 2 am, I began having awful, horrible nightmares involving my past and current cats. Oh, it was bad: terrible diseases, euthanization, cats being attacked by snakes; it was just full of disturbing images made up of real events and my ripe imagination. I kept having them for 3 or 4 hours, when I was awakened by Truffle meowing. It didn't, to me, sound like a distressed meow; it was a lot like the one she uses when she just wants attention (which is still pretty plaintive, as meowing goes). But that and the dreams got me up to start looking for her and make sure she was okay. I couldn't find her anywhere. I was calling, and turning on lights, which woke up my husband. I asked him to help me look. Still I kept telling myself I was making more of it than there was. But when we opened a bedroom door that we had closed the night before (because we are painting in there), out came Truffle! We figured out that the door wasn't fully closed, she managed to push her way in and then the air conditioning blew the door shut again, trapping her. Why she didn't make noise for so long I don't know, but my husband suggested that maybe she sent me the bad dreams to let me know she was in trouble. That, or my subconscious heard her meowing earlier and that set off the bad dreams. Anyway, she was happy to get back to food, water, and a litter box, and I'm hoping to have pleasant dreams tonight.
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