The dumb cat had in fact wet his cast through by climbing into the bottom of the shower, so now he’s been re-cast (after the vet said, “Aaah, ya dumb cat!” to him) and the bathroom door is closed against anybody without opposable thumbs. Poor Zilli is looking rather wide-eyed and bleary with anesthetics, and I, personally, am quite ready for him to be all healed up.
However, everyone who’s seen him at the vet’s (both vets and people bringing their pets in) have admired what a pretty cat he is. That’s true. And the vet said that aside from having wet his cast, he appears to be doing very well. He’s getting around, he’s not losing weight, he’s not licking too much (only the bottom of the cast was wet, not the top where he likes to lick), and things are as well as they can be considering he’s got a broken foot. So that’s good. Poor kitty.
That’s about all I’ve got right now. Back to work.
At least he’s not the dumbest cat. =)
A guy I know had a cat who: jumped into the fridge when it was opened for a late night snack and was released later the next day; rubbed up against a furnace for warmth and ignited his tail on the pilot light; ran out in front of a car and received a broken leg for his efforts; as soon as he was healed he ran out in front of a car and broke a different leg; and he was overly curious about what an opened bottle of Nair might contain…
Oh *dear*.
It’s the James Nicoll of cats!