Peg-Leg Ari, a Cat Update

Thanks so much to everybody who commented on the last entry; I really appreciate all the stories and the suggestions both practical and unserious. The splint that they put on my poor Aristophanes goes right up to the shoulder. It thumps when he walks and he has a hard time getting traction on the hardwood. He hates it passionately, and has hissed and spat and cussed at it several times, as well as attempted to chew it off. If chewing off can be done, he will do it. Mercifully, he has tried to go to his usual spots, decided that they are inaccesible with this damnable thing on his leg, spat and cussed, and found himself a corner on the floor where nobody will step on him. We've merely been instructed to confine him to a couple of rooms, or "maybe just to one level, no stairs." I'm not entirely sure how this will interface with my wish to spend large portions of my time with a house guest domiciled on the first floor, but the little gimp can be carried up and down if necessary.

I am seriously wondering if leaving him alone to heal in his own way would not have been better, but am told that he will have a much reduced chance of a permanent limp if we leave this diabolical construction on his leg for, wait for it, four to six weeks.

We'll see how that goes. I know who I'm betting on to win, and he has four feet, even if one of them thumps.

P.