Mojo's last vet visit did not bring the "cast-away" and x-ray that I was expecting. Instead, they examined him, re-splinted his leg, and made an appointment for two weeks, when they will do the x-ray which will hopefully show a healed bone. Poor Moj probably thinks his cast (splint) is a permanent part of his body. But, they said in two weeks it will hit the six week mark, so it should be as healed as it's gonna get by then. The way this little guy bounces around here, it has got to be healed.
It is amazing how he has come out of his shell, at least with me. He will chase and attack anything. A ball, a sock, a balled-up taco bell wrapper that I toss to the floor; he is just a wild and crazy boy. But also a lover and a snuggler. When I tell him it's time for bed he gets up beside my pillow and whenever I reach over at night, there he is.
The vet says he may never walk normally, which doesn't seem to be a problem for him right now, and I doubt it will be in the future. Besides, he hardly ever walks anyway; he runs wildly from here to there until he finally collapses on the bed next to me, squeakily-meowing at me if I take too long to pet him. Mouthy! Yes, he is an assertive little man. I don't dare fail to spend too long reading or typing between head scratching and petting or I get an earful.
Help Momma! It's gonna get me and eatz me! (with Evie the fearless rat, who approached Mojo til he nearly fell off the bed)
Cats instinctively know when 1. You suck at algebra, and 2. You have studied too long and are wasting valuable belly-rub time.
