The mishaps of Freddy

[anef]

"well," said the vet.  "Your Freddy's a very interesting cat."

"Oh dear," I thought.  "This is going to be expensive."

Apparently the shard in his chest isn't a piece of twig, oh no.  It's a piece of his own clavicle, which Freddy has managed to fracture.  Apparently it's a bone that they don't use, hence Freddy's ability to trot around, climb onto the kitchen counters and jump off them without actually giving any indication of discomfort or broken bones whatsoever.  The vet still thinks he did it by jumping onto a stake of some sort, which then broke the clavicle and somehow at the same time shoved it out of position. The other one is where it should be.

Anyway, it has now been removed, the wound has been cleaned out and he's got a drain in his chest.  He's staying at the vet's until Friday when they'll take the drain out and hopefully he can come home.

"Is he insured?" asked the vet hopefully.

"Er, no.  But I got a tax refund this year.  I guess that's what it was for."

Comments

[athenais.livejournal.com]

Oh, Freddy. That really wasn't what the tax refund was for. Poor thing.