Day Three, Evening.

I got home yesterday, and I was all about exploring.  But…

I can’t walk.  I got limits.  I’m just going to lie here.

I’m told that since I was fully able to use all four of my legs prior to amputation, it will be harder for me to adapt to living a three-legged life.  Yes, lifting up in extra-ordinary positions on that bad leg pre-amputation was hard, but I could certainly WALK.

Mom feeds me kibble and I have a good appetite for that.  If she brings it to me.

Unfortunately today I don’t have much of an urge to move from that really nice, soft and comfy bed mom bought me.  She picked me up earlier in the morning and plopped me on that kitty pan with the 1-inch lip and I did a whole-hearted Number One, and even balanced up on my remaining forelimb for the occasion.  She just tried it again, but I’m not interested yet, and so I stumbled  back to that nice bed on my own power.  Mom was somewhat happy in that at least I was moving.  I eat all the kibble she leaves within reach, and I shift around often in my bed, but … I was active yesterday.  I face-planted.  I didn’t like that.  I don’t feel like being active today.   Maybe I’ll find my missing limb tomorrow?  I am SO not active today.

I am glad CeeCee is being boarded until Thursday.

My incision looks okay.  It’s pretty long, but re-looking at Fang’s and Jill’s, on their blogs, its really about the same length.

 

Author: rorycat

Rory is a three-legged cat who had his left forelimb amputated on February 6th, 2015.

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