Skittles the Streetfighting Kitten

Hi everyone, this post is a tribute to my cat Skittles who had a rather rough day on Sunday October 17th* Skittles typically enjoyed going outside to sun herself and chase the neighbors' chickens (she could probably run off with a chick but after seeing a hen go after her I'm pretty sure that she's still too small to do any damage to the full grown birds)* She never wandered off very far but tended to not want to come in when called so we would either leave the door open if it was still light out or make sure that the flap by our door handle was up sothat she could jump through it* It's really an excellent cat door for a skinny cat* On the night of the 17th we called Skittles in but of course she didn't come* We cooked dinner and kept calling her every few minutes and checked outside but weren't able to see her* All of a sudden we heard the crazy dogs who live in the next compound but like to make trouble in ours* At this point we heard Skittles, she was trying to get in the backdoor which our supervisor had locked (we don't have a key to that door) when the dogs began to attack her* Magan ran to get flashlights while I began making as much noise as possible because there was a real possibility that the dogs might attack us* We ran around the house and scared the pack off, which left us staring at Skittles who was wet from rain, all of her hair was standing on end and she was making a sound I had never heard before, Magan claims it was a hiss* I picked her up, holding her at arms length in case she was going to lash out and then handed her to Magan who carried her inside* She didn't move and was bleeding from several bites* Her stomach was swollen, one eye wouldn't open and when she tried to stand she fell over and didn't move* We were completely freaking out and were convinced that Skittles only had about a 10% chance of survival* With this in mind we set about making her comfortable and tried to determine what we could do to force her to live other than to use peer pressure (we weren't going to leave her alone)* It was at this point that if you had walked in our door you would have seen Magan googling "cat pain management" and heard me screaming into the phone "no, my cat was attacked by a pack of dogs" to a rather confused friend who is a nurse* Skittles spent the night in my room, on top ofa cushion, wrapped in a towel with her food and water dishes next to her* Magan and I carried her the room carefully, Skittles was a bit confused as she had never been in the room before but soon fell asleep* In the morning she was doing better which lifted our spirits, but as she still cannot walk properly and lives in mortal fear of the great outdoors and dogs we have determined that Skittles will be applying for her kitty passport and joining Magan in Canada where she will have more street cred than any of those other cats*