Saturday, November 10
Boomerang was a small kitten when I found her on the beach in October '99. She was sleek, shiny and starving hungry, but it was 'prosecco on the pier' time which we weren't going to interrupt for the sake of a small kitten, so we fed her crisps and peanuts which she gobbled up happily.
I felt bad leaving her alone on the beach so I took her home with me, on the bus hidden in a sweater. She was an annoying little thing, weeing everywhere and playing all night so I took to chucking her out the front door when she got on my nerves. She soon learnt to climb onto the roof, go across to the other side and slither down a drainpipe until she reached my balcony where she would desperately fling herself at the door until I surrendered and let her in. I named her Boomerang when she started following me down to the bar in the evenings.
Something has happened to Boomy in the last couple of weeks. First she went missing for eight days, then suddenly reappeared, skinny and dirty, but meowing and purring with happiness to be back home. Two days later we awoke to find her sitting in a corner of the room, head to the wall, rocking side to side. I picked her up and gently dropped her on the bed, but she fell over. I placed her back on the floor and she slowly walked back into the corner of the room, huddled up and started rocking again.
So I took her to the vets. They did tests on her, but it was immediately clear to them that the problem was neurological. "She's probably been kicked hard in the head by someone, or maybe been hit by a car or bike." The vet suggested trying a course of antibiotics, so I took her back home, hand fed her some food and watched in horror as she started having what seemed to be epileptic fits, every couple of hours, for the next couple of days. She dribbled, twitched, spasmed and yowled with pupils dilated until we scooped her up and held her until the attack passed.
Then, the next morning she was suddenly back to normal. I woke up to her jumping on the bed, meowing for me to get up and feed her. She purred, weaved around my legs and followed me around the house as she always had done.Boomy was back.
But, five days later it has happened again. Yesterday morning she was fine, then after lunch she transformed back into that strange rocking creature, huddled in a corner of the room. We had to leave her, I had a plane to catch. Carlo arrived home after dropping me off to find the cat immobile, but still breathing. He placed her on the sofa and this morning found her exactly as he had left her. He took her to the vets,more tests were carried out, but she is phyisically healthy. They have suggested taking her to Naples for a brain scan.
What happened to my cat when she vanished for eight days? Where did she go? Could somebody really have kicked her in the head so hard as to have caused brain damage? Unfortunately I think it is highly possible here in a country where many people have no respect for animals.
Update: I just got a message from Carlo, Boomy se ne andato... She didn't make it.
at 1:19 PM