Shaka is almost back to normal. The vet is happy that he is now using the left front paw, and doesn't need to see him again. He still limps a little on it, and this may never go away totally, but generally speaking he is back to his normal, weird, self -
For picture of very silly cat,
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I'm happy he's recovered - I bet giving up on the human lift thing must've stung though!
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Julia, and no outside time for the new cat, ever!
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Only that is one of his back legs he's waving with - the two front ones are resting down on his white 'bikini pants'!!
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Yes - Shaka is lucky - just behind our house is a piece of open ground. The road at the front is reasonably busy for a residential street, but he mainly stays out the back, and seems to be fairly car-savvy when he comes around to the front.
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Glad Shaka's made an almost full recovery.
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Yes aren't they? Stick as in Spender?
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They said they thought she was about six months old and she'd had a litter of kittens but was too small to be able to provide milk for them so they'd died and she'd ended up in need of TLC. She's still only about half the mass of the other two cats and far more delicate in build. Whether it's just genetics or whether it's down to not getting the proper nutrition when she was young is anyone's guess. It didn't take too long to discover that the sedate, sweet natured cat we picked at the shelter was actually a total loon when she was healthy, though.
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I'm so glad your kitty is better; it's always so upsetting when they are unhappy and in pain and can't tell us why.
Barn cats can indeed be adorable--we have two brown speckled youngsters (no longer babies, but not fully grown--all long and stretchy and unintentionally comical, like teenage boys) out where I keep my horses. They are very smart and calm, incredibly snuggly and loving, and yet are boldly learning to catch mice (though tackling the gopher was overly ambitious, even one-on-each-side, so we broke that up).
And I've always been a dog person! But I think it will be cats from here on out . . . just too much easier for a single working gal.
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'Teenaged' cats are great aren't they? Been a while since Shaka was a teenager - he's nine now. I can just imagine two teenaged cats trying it on with a gopher!
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I'm very glad to hear he's more or less back to (ab)normal!
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