Earlier this week, the cat somehow managed to injure itself. As we were going to bed on Sunday night he was fine and dandy. On Monday morning and Mr Milo and I were off to work, we noticed that he was limping. We mercilessly left him at home to fend for himself while we went to work (instead of taking urgent leave to get him to a vet as we would probably do if he were a child. :P).
Lameness notwithstanding, he managed to pull the tablecloth off the dining table, along with everything else on it. Fortunately there wasn't anything fragile on it. In the process, he managed to take his collar off. I wish I had been home to witness what he was up to.
Anyway, I found him on Mr Milo's chair, none the worse for wear.
On Tuesday, I brought him to the vet. As we waited in the consultation room for the vet who was in surgery (sterilisation), he (the cat, not the vet) found a corner in which to hide. (The carrier contained a cat who had burst its stitches jumping around.) When the vet finally came in, I took him from his hiding place and he immediately slunk back to his spot, so I had to bring him to the corner furthest from his spot so that the vet could see him limp back. Diagnosis: he probably pulled a muscle landing wrongly. Not a badly broken leg, but could be a hairline fracture (but unlikely). In any case, the treatment would be the same - confine him and let it heal naturally. No need for a splint or anything because he did not break a bone. Prescribed him painkillers and steroids to make him more comfortable.
Oh, and apparently he's a senior citizen.
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