Is this little guy photogenic, or what? For whatever reason, Elroy was not working for me, so I've been calling him Charlie, in honor of the Chaplinesque mustache. It looks like someone took a Sharpie and modified the picture, but no, his nose really looks like that. Looking at that tummy, dough boy might be a good nickname, too. So cute, and such a sweetie. I can't believe the week is nearly over. Tomorrow they're off for spay and neuters, then to hopefully find new homes, but back at their "real" foster home.
To finish yesterday's saga, the MRI showed a torn ACL (anterior cruciate ligament), one of the ligaments that forms the "X" in the middle of the knee and keeps it from moving in undesired directions. It was nearly completely torn off the end that joins the femur, or thigh bone. I'll start physical therapy next week to see how stable I can make it by building up the muscles, but there's a pretty good chance I'll be looking at a surgical reconstruction in a few months. And in the meantime, the increased energy requirements for doing just about anything coupled with my decreasing conditioning are a ready excuse for feeling tired.
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7 comments:
Oh, he wants a hug!
What a cute babycat.
What a cutie he is! How can you resist not reaching over to rub that little tummy?!
What a lovely tummy!
Sorry you have been under the weather. Isn't it amazing the havoc just one mis-placed step can create! Take care of yourself.
Holy Hitler Cat, he's a cutie!
I'm sorry about your rash of health stuff lately on top of the cello disentegration. When it rains it pours I guess. Let's hope you've used up your share of bad luck for a while.
Ouch! I guess taking care of those beauties causes a bit of extra pain. They are sooo precious!
Oh dear. What a good job you have your kitties for comfort. Hope the knee returns to normal eventually even if it takes time. I had a beautiful Boxer dog until a year ago, and I really miss her unquestioning sympathy and love. She never sat or lay down without some part of her touching me. Sometimes she fell over if I moved whilst she leant against me and dozed off!
Thanks all for the good wishes, and the warm and fuzzy stories. A purring kitten is a great deal of comfort. I'm sorry for your loss, rallentando. Boxers are beauties, and it's hard to lose a friend.
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