When I first saw Little Man he was about 4 to 5 weeks old. The humane society that worked with my clinic at the time was either going to amputate his leg or euthanize him. The reason being he was born without a radius bone in his right front leg. When I opened his cage door what greeted me was anything but a cat that needed a leg removed or to be euthanized. He meowed this meow that he did the rest of his life, like talking to me. He swished that tail of his like a dog wagging his tail. He moved very quickly with that leg of his. I thought there is no way he needs to be touched, he is just fine. I went and told the doc in charge he is mine and that is that.
He never had a real issue with his leg, he could run and jump just as high as any cat. It did make him grow kinda funny though. He was the most cow hocked cat I have ever seen in my life! He tilted to the right because his leg couldnt support his weight and it wouldnt straighten out all the way.
A few years ago he was diagnosed with hyperthyroid disease, but was serverly allergic to any meds we used. Unforuantly this meant he slowly lost weight and muscle mass and didnt look all that great anymore. But now he is playing with Tazzmo and everything is great.
Reply With Quote
You certainly were a big man in the eyes of your Mom! 
Bookmarks