The limp

Yoj wrote:

We took
him back to the vet, who said he probably had a damaged nerve and would
limp for the rest of his life, but that he wasn't in pain. As soon as
we knew he wasn't in pain, we stopped making a fuss about the limp. A
few days later, Herbie stopped limping, and never limped again.

Wow, that story belongs in a comic strip about a cat! What a little
faker. That behavior would be annoying coming from a human, but for some
reason I find it adorable in a cat.

Joyce

Yoj wrote:

We took
him back to the vet, who said he probably had a damaged nerve and would
limp for the rest of his life, but that he wasn't in pain. As soon as
we knew he wasn't in pain, we stopped making a fuss about the limp. A
few days later, Herbie stopped limping, and never limped again.

Wow, that story belongs in a comic strip about a cat! What a little
faker. That behavior would be annoying coming from a human, but for some
reason I find it adorable in a cat.

Joyce

Yoj wrote:

We took
him back to the vet, who said he probably had a damaged nerve and would
limp for the rest of his life, but that he wasn't in pain. As soon as
we knew he wasn't in pain, we stopped making a fuss about the limp. A
few days later, Herbie stopped limping, and never limped again.

Wow, that story belongs in a comic strip about a cat! What a little
faker. That behavior would be annoying coming from a human, but for some
reason I find it adorable in a cat.

Joyce

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Yoj wrote:

We took
him back to the vet, who said he probably had a damaged nerve and
would
limp for the rest of his life, but that he wasn't in pain. As soon
as
we knew he wasn't in pain, we stopped making a fuss about the limp.
A
few days later, Herbie stopped limping, and never limped again.

Wow, that story belongs in a comic strip about a cat! What a little
faker. That behavior would be annoying coming from a human, but for
some
reason I find it adorable in a cat.

Joyce

Yes, they can get away with things no human could.

Joy

wrote in message
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Yoj wrote:

We took
him back to the vet, who said he probably had a damaged nerve and
would
limp for the rest of his life, but that he wasn't in pain. As soon
as
we knew he wasn't in pain, we stopped making a fuss about the limp.
A
few days later, Herbie stopped limping, and never limped again.

Wow, that story belongs in a comic strip about a cat! What a little
faker. That behavior would be annoying coming from a human, but for
some
reason I find it adorable in a cat.

Joyce

Yes, they can get away with things no human could.

Joy

wrote in message
...
Yoj wrote:

We took
him back to the vet, who said he probably had a damaged nerve and
would
limp for the rest of his life, but that he wasn't in pain. As soon
as
we knew he wasn't in pain, we stopped making a fuss about the limp.
A
few days later, Herbie stopped limping, and never limped again.

Wow, that story belongs in a comic strip about a cat! What a little
faker. That behavior would be annoying coming from a human, but for
some
reason I find it adorable in a cat.

Joyce

Yes, they can get away with things no human could.

Joy

"David Stevenson" wrote in message
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On Saturday Minke started limping. I could not find anything wrong
with either back paw, but he was definitely favouring one.

By Sunday he was walking on three paws, still seeming happy enough.

On Monday I make an appointment with the vet for 3.15.

At about 2.00 Minke is sunning himself in the garden, sleeping
peacefully.

At about 2.30 I reckon it is time to catch Minke and put him in the
basket. Not a chance - he's disappeared. I go round the neighbourhood
calling him - and Nanki Poo appears, looking interested.

At 3.15 I phone the vet. They tell me to ring them if he appears to
see if they are still open.

3.45 I hear a noise - there he is! Quick chase, catch cat, put in
basket, phone vet - engaged - repeat - engaged - repeat - engaged. Drive
to vet with howling monster in car.

Minke decides having a Siamese yowl is not enough, so he cranks the
volume up. People a mile away are phoning the police and telling them a
baby is being strangled.

In the waiting room an inoffensive bulldog is wondering why this small
furry creature is howling at him!

Into the actual surgery. Tell the vet about the limp. Put cat on
floor - and he runs around room.

No limp!

Not a trace!

All four paws in full use!

Funny look from vet [youngish, female, my sort of vet]. Eventually
she believes me, gives Minke a jab, and gives me pills to give him.

Back home with howling cat, limp re-appears.

Stuffing pills down his throat I wonder whether it is all worth it.


Laughing very loudly! Been there, done that, got the scratches, cussed eevil
cat...
--
The One-and-only Holy MosesT

"David Stevenson" wrote in message
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On Saturday Minke started limping. I could not find anything wrong
with either back paw, but he was definitely favouring one.

By Sunday he was walking on three paws, still seeming happy enough.

On Monday I make an appointment with the vet for 3.15.

At about 2.00 Minke is sunning himself in the garden, sleeping
peacefully.

At about 2.30 I reckon it is time to catch Minke and put him in the
basket. Not a chance - he's disappeared. I go round the neighbourhood
calling him - and Nanki Poo appears, looking interested.

At 3.15 I phone the vet. They tell me to ring them if he appears to
see if they are still open.

3.45 I hear a noise - there he is! Quick chase, catch cat, put in
basket, phone vet - engaged - repeat - engaged - repeat - engaged. Drive
to vet with howling monster in car.

Minke decides having a Siamese yowl is not enough, so he cranks the
volume up. People a mile away are phoning the police and telling them a
baby is being strangled.

In the waiting room an inoffensive bulldog is wondering why this small
furry creature is howling at him!

Into the actual surgery. Tell the vet about the limp. Put cat on
floor - and he runs around room.

No limp!

Not a trace!

All four paws in full use!

Funny look from vet [youngish, female, my sort of vet]. Eventually
she believes me, gives Minke a jab, and gives me pills to give him.

Back home with howling cat, limp re-appears.

Stuffing pills down his throat I wonder whether it is all worth it.


Laughing very loudly! Been there, done that, got the scratches, cussed eevil
cat...
--
The One-and-only Holy MosesT

"David Stevenson" wrote in message
...

On Saturday Minke started limping. I could not find anything wrong
with either back paw, but he was definitely favouring one.

By Sunday he was walking on three paws, still seeming happy enough.

On Monday I make an appointment with the vet for 3.15.

At about 2.00 Minke is sunning himself in the garden, sleeping
peacefully.

At about 2.30 I reckon it is time to catch Minke and put him in the
basket. Not a chance - he's disappeared. I go round the neighbourhood
calling him - and Nanki Poo appears, looking interested.

At 3.15 I phone the vet. They tell me to ring them if he appears to
see if they are still open.

3.45 I hear a noise - there he is! Quick chase, catch cat, put in
basket, phone vet - engaged - repeat - engaged - repeat - engaged. Drive
to vet with howling monster in car.

Minke decides having a Siamese yowl is not enough, so he cranks the
volume up. People a mile away are phoning the police and telling them a
baby is being strangled.

In the waiting room an inoffensive bulldog is wondering why this small
furry creature is howling at him!

Into the actual surgery. Tell the vet about the limp. Put cat on
floor - and he runs around room.

No limp!

Not a trace!

All four paws in full use!

Funny look from vet [youngish, female, my sort of vet]. Eventually
she believes me, gives Minke a jab, and gives me pills to give him.

Back home with howling cat, limp re-appears.

Stuffing pills down his throat I wonder whether it is all worth it.


Laughing very loudly! Been there, done that, got the scratches, cussed eevil
cat...
--
The One-and-only Holy MosesT

On Wed, 16 June, David Stevenson wrote:

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Into the actual surgery. Tell the vet about the limp. Put cat on
floor - and he runs around room.

No limp!

Not a trace!

All four paws in full use!

Funny look from vet [youngish, female, my sort of vet]. Eventually
she believes me, gives Minke a jab, and gives me pills to give him.

Back home with howling cat, limp re-appears.

Stuffing pills down his throat I wonder whether it is all worth it.

My little man Smokey once showed limping behavior, though it was
clear he was malingering. He had taken a spill and had a legitimate
limp in one of his front paws for a while. Naturally, this elicited
extra skritches and other signs of affection from us.

For about a year afterward, whenever the skritches he was getting
ended too soon for His Majesty's tastes, we would see the front paw
raise up as if it were sore. Poor little man! This got him
'cuteness' skritches when he thought he was getting 'poor baby'
skritches, so naturally the behavior lingered on.

Later, we changed from giving him skritches to giving him a little
tussle as if to say, "We're on to your game." and the behavior
gradually abated.

Regards and Purrs,
O J