OK, you guys got it.
Meet Frodo, our kitty, sans tail.
A few months after his accident, Frodo’s tail started to loose circulation and it started to, well, die. Shudder. It didn’t hurt him since it was below the break, but it sure looked bad. And smelled bad! It finally got to the point where it had to come off.
The surgery went well and he got to come home the same day. A few stitches and some time in the Cone of Shame and he was good as new. Except with a sylin’ new bobbed bum.
Now we can no longer call him the 1K Cat, although 1.5K Cat doesn’t quite have the same ring. My husband, who is not a cat lover to begin with, is having a conniption that we’ve spent this much on a stray cat! But, as many of you know, pets are a loved part of family. And there is a certain amount of guilt involved since I, ran over him.
But, we’re all glad he came though this whole ordeal (except MrMama). Although he’d better start bringing home golden mice, especially after what I did for him!