He got his protective wrapping removed today, and boy is he happy. He's pretty much wandering around the house, tail up and ears forward, purring his fuzzy brains out. Interspersed with desperate washings of his now-exposed toes.
He goes in for surgery early this afternoon. I dropped him off this morning -- the first time I've ever seen him nervous in the car. Feeding off of his Momma, I'm guessing.
He will likely be getting five pins, three of which will come out in six weeks or so. I'll have to keep him at least somewhat confined for those six weeks. I have some ideas for how to arrange this.
I'm nervous. It's not a terribly difficult surgery, and the surgeon has plenty of experience (from both sides -- he's had both knees replaced) but anesthesia always makes me nervous. I can't wait to hear that he's okay.
He comes home tomorrow. This will be the second night we've spent apart. That's been one of the hardest things about this -- we've spent so much time together, we're so close. I'll be visiting him once he's out, if they'll let me.
I'm going to keep busy today. Just easier that way I think. And, well, there's a lot to get done.
Short short version: Loiosh with broken leg. Surgery Tuesday to pin bones back together. Home on cage rest, being very good kitten except when he gets bored and tries to run around. Leg apparently not bothering him much as long as he doesn't put any weight on it. Horrible child.
Hoping to hit the road in an RV with my two cats and my business, The Vagabond Tabby. I'm getting really, really tired of waking up in the same place every morning.
