We have three cats that I've talked about before. Jezebel is the youngest and smallest and sweetest (Don't tell Truman I said that because, truth be told, Truman is the sweetest. But for the sake of this story I want to declare to the world that Jezebel is the sweetest. That is unless you include Sweetie Boy in the mix. I mean come on! With a name like Sweetie Boy you know he's sweet. But again, for this story we will put all of that aside and agree that Jezebel is the sweetest. Well, maybe anyway.)

All the cats are barn cats. We go outside every morning and find them all waiting for us to walk to the barn and feed them. It's quite the ritual. But last Wednesday when we went out in the morning Jezebel wasn't there. Hmm. That's odd. But then again Sweetie Boy once went missing for over a month so how odd is one morning really. Right?
Well, that afternoon we still hadn't seen Jezebel all day. Razor went to look for her. Luckily he knew a few of her favorite hiding spots and found her high up in the barn. She purred and purred and was very happy to see him but he knew instantly that something wasn't right. Her back leg was clearly broken.
Come to find out she had a compound open fracture of her femur. And it was already infected.

So our vet recommended amputation.
::blink:: ::blink::Come again Doc.We now have a three-legged cat. Wait, wait. We now have a three-legged indoor cat. Furthermore, we now have a three-legged indoor cat that has already pulled out her stitches and the subsequent staples. So really when you break it all down, we now have a three-legged indoor cat with a lamp shade on her head.
And she is such a trooper that the only thing that really makes her mad about the whole thing is the lamp shade.

I know sweet girl. I'd be upset about the lamp shade on my head too.
-dana
P.S. Aren't you glad I didn't include pictures of the amputation site. It's not all that horrible actually. The worst part of it is the shaved fur and the metal staples. Poor, poor sweet girl.