That is what I am calling this beautiful, young gray tabby cat someone stuffed into a carrier and placed on our porch. I had my arms full when I came out of the house and I almost stepped on the carrier and tumbled down the ramp.
I brought him inside and opened the door for him waiting for him to make the first move. That’s when I noticed his right front paw as hanging in an awkward position. I gently lifted him out of his carrier (thank God he is a sweet boy) I noticed right away he was a Tom and he can’t walk at all on that front paw.
He did let me touch him, and explore a bit, when I rotated the paw, it made a grinding noise (that broke my heart) So I stopped all exploring and rushed him to the vet.
I am waiting to hear on what they find. I don’t know if they can save the leg, but the instructions I left was do everything possible (after testing first for disease) to save this sweet kitty. I will find a way to cover costs if there is an operation involved.
Mike joked and said we should call him “Don’t Belong!” But I told him that all creatures belong to us- we are the stewards over them here on earth. So I settled for the name Stumbles. Now I wait to see what they find out about his poor leg. 🙁 It doesn’t look like a new injury so he has been suffering for quite awhile I would bet.
Awwww. I have an old grade school friend that turned out to have a soft heart for unwanted cats and dogs. After we graduated from high school, I found out she took in a kitty who’s front leg had been broken and healed up on it’s own all messed up. She took the kitty to the vet and he said that it’s healed and best to leave it alone (this was almost 30 years ago). She grew up with dogs that were only allowed in the den and kitchen area. Last I heard, she talked her mom into taking in 4 or 5 cats who have full access to the house. 🙂
Poor baby we hope Stumbles can be saved.