She was kind of afraid of it, with the fire and all, so I had to hold her still to sing to her.
All three cats enjoying "cake and ice cream", a really rare treat.
She must be feeling better. She even let Seth next to her!
On Sunday afternoon, we came home from church and called our cat to come in the house before it started to get dark. We called for a while before I heard her and I went to go find her. She was in the backyard, just sitting there. I thought it was odd that she hadn't just jumped the fence to get to the front door. Later on that night I realized that she was limping around. Over the next couple days, she refused to put any weight on it, and it was getting really swollen. I gave in and took her to the vet. (Those of you with pets know what a painful process this can be because vets so take advantage of the fact that pets don't have insurance and you really love your pet.) 3 tranquilizers, 1 xray and 400 dollars later, we found out that Max had dislocated her hind leg. This injury, along with all her claws being ground down, suggested that she had been hit by a car. So now she's walking around in a splint for a month. She's turned out to be more expensive than all of my kids combined.
