CAT-astrophe

Okay, here is how it went down. Remember that kitten Jim rescued at the gas station about two months ago? We had him "fixed" and have been loving on that cute little baby ever since. We named him Russell Dean, RD for short, after my grandfather.

There are woods across the street from our home that the cats LOVE to go into. Jim and I just can't figure out what the draw is in those woods because we also have woods in the back, where they wouldn't have to cross the street. Nope. They have to go to the front. We dreaded the day little RD would finally cross the street. We saw it happen, and he has done so fairly often since then.

Saturday, he was gone most of the day. We were talking about how we hadn't seen him and it was almost dinner time. Jim and I were out front and Jim saw RD walking into the garage, his rear right leg just hanging by the skin. Jim knew immediately that something BAD had happened. He scooped up that little furry angel and I called the vet.

Dixie Mahan, the sweetest vet alive, met us about 20 minutes later and told us what we probably already knew - the leg would have to come off. There was an open would and the bone was broken and coming through. The change of infection was great, and it would not be good if he got an infection in his bones.

I, being the hard-hearted person I am, wanted to know how much this was going to cost. My husband, being the "we are not going to have animals in the house" kind, looked at me and said, "I am not going to put him to sleep. We are going to do it." That just almost broke my heart in two! I agreed, and told him that if we had his leg amputated, he was going to have to be an inside kitty.

We have also decided to change his name from RD to Nubbins. It just seems to suit him. Jim can't wait to get him home, and said that he is "going to spoil that little rascal to death."

I'll keep you updated with pics when we gets home.