Bailey+H's+Snapshot



__**Please note that this cat was pulled of the internet. It isn't the real Ashy.**__ As I walked on the front porch, I heard a crunching sound. Looking down, I saw some bird bones, and that reminded me of my cat.

 Ashy, my cat, is grey with a hint of silver and glossy fur. He also has long whiskers, sharp claws, and a rather short body. This wonderful cat does not have a tail, due to an event I shall explain later. My cat is an American short hair-Tabby mix, and is 3 years old. Man-o-man, the cat acts almost exactly like me. Docile, mellow, and passive-aggressive are three words that explain my cat.

On one particularly red evening, I was out getting the mail. And then I heard a noise. A strange noise, the kind that sends a chill up your spine. Soon, I spotted my cat, not moving his hind legs, scurrying towards my house. Subsequently, I saw a big, black and white dog in pursuit of my cat. Dog howling, cat yowling, I watched the scene unfold in front of my eyes, and was galvanized into action. I dashed strait to the dog and tackled him. But he just regained his balance and kept on the pursuit. Then, the unexpected happened. It seemed like he was crazy, but Ashy turned, facing fear, slashed ant the dog. Large as he was, the dog recoiled when Ashy sliced his nose open! The dog retreated and I ran to Ashy. Turns out, he couldn’t feel his legs because of the dog and was so sad you could almost see him cry. The poor little cat didn’t seem to good, so my dad took him to the vet. Dad didn’t come back with Ashy, but he did bring bad news. Poor Ashy lost all feeling in both hind legs. There were two possibilities, one being he regains feeling in his legs and gets his tail cut off. Or, the worst case scenario, he doesn’t regain feeling and they put him down. Luckily, he regained feeling, but he also had to get his tail removed. To remove his tail, the vets had to shave his behind. It took him 6 months to re-grow his fur, but he survived.