SeaCat
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Magi, our Black and White Male, had climbed on top of the Grill and was watching the world go past when a car backfired out on the road. This seemed to startle him and he started sliding. He was coming right off the grill when his left rear leg went into the handle. He was trapped and hanging by his back leg. Thankfully for me I saw this happen and was there in two steps to help him out.
When I had released him from his trap he took off like a shot, running on three legs. Obviously he wasn't as co-ordinated as usual and I could follow his progress by the thumps and crashes as he raced through the trailer into the bedroom. Needless to say I followed him. I had to check out that leg.
I found him cowering under the bed. When I knelt down by the bed he faded back hissing, he seemed to think I was angry at him. I didn't let this deter me. I lay there and talked to him until he started calming down. Slowly then I reached out and scratched his ears until he started limping towards me. Finally he came out to where I was laying and head butted me. He was still hopping on three legs though.
Once he was out I carefully picked him up and cradling him lifted him to the bed. Now I could check him out. Slowly I ran my hand over his leg and hip. He didn't like this but he allowed it. Everything seemed ok, nothing displaced. I got up and started for the living room thinking he was going to want to be left alone to lick his wounds. He saw me moving away and started howling. Stopping I turned around and went back to him and he quieted down.
Again I scratched him and turned to leave with the same results. He didn't want to be left alone. Now Magi isn't one of those cats that like to be picked up. He'll sit in your lap or alongside you but he just doesn't like to be picked up. This time though I picked him up and he snuggled right in.
I carried him out to the Patio again and after I sat down he curled up in my lap while I read. If I lifted my hand off him too long he would reach up with his forepaws and grab at my hand until I started scratching him again. We sat there that way for the next hour.
When he crawled off my lap he was limping but able to put weight on his leg. Over the day the limp vanished but his loving didn't. Every time I sat down he was right there in my lap. Hell right now he is sitting in my lap watching me type.
I was afraid he had broken his leg when he got caught like that. Thankfully it doesn't look like that happened.
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When I had released him from his trap he took off like a shot, running on three legs. Obviously he wasn't as co-ordinated as usual and I could follow his progress by the thumps and crashes as he raced through the trailer into the bedroom. Needless to say I followed him. I had to check out that leg.
I found him cowering under the bed. When I knelt down by the bed he faded back hissing, he seemed to think I was angry at him. I didn't let this deter me. I lay there and talked to him until he started calming down. Slowly then I reached out and scratched his ears until he started limping towards me. Finally he came out to where I was laying and head butted me. He was still hopping on three legs though.
Once he was out I carefully picked him up and cradling him lifted him to the bed. Now I could check him out. Slowly I ran my hand over his leg and hip. He didn't like this but he allowed it. Everything seemed ok, nothing displaced. I got up and started for the living room thinking he was going to want to be left alone to lick his wounds. He saw me moving away and started howling. Stopping I turned around and went back to him and he quieted down.
Again I scratched him and turned to leave with the same results. He didn't want to be left alone. Now Magi isn't one of those cats that like to be picked up. He'll sit in your lap or alongside you but he just doesn't like to be picked up. This time though I picked him up and he snuggled right in.
I carried him out to the Patio again and after I sat down he curled up in my lap while I read. If I lifted my hand off him too long he would reach up with his forepaws and grab at my hand until I started scratching him again. We sat there that way for the next hour.
When he crawled off my lap he was limping but able to put weight on his leg. Over the day the limp vanished but his loving didn't. Every time I sat down he was right there in my lap. Hell right now he is sitting in my lap watching me type.
I was afraid he had broken his leg when he got caught like that. Thankfully it doesn't look like that happened.
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