I was raised on a farm. When Dad was mowing hay, my all-white Fluffy cat was out mousing. Dad came back to the house and said he'd seen Fluff hobbling from the hay-mower with one leg app'tly cut off and bleeding from her stomach area. Folks told me she'd go away to die by herself. I took a saucer of milk out to the barn twice a day for acouple months. It kept disappearing and Dad said the racoons were drinking it. One day while setting the bowl out, I saw a flash of white in the hay. I began calling her each time I took food out, and within afew days she came to me. It was quite the reunion.....she went back in the house and only had supervised time outside after that!