So, this morning, Belle* visited the vet so we could see what’s up with her newly acquired limp. Best guess is that, in the course of pursuing her Justly Appointed Feline Duties and Honors, she strained, or possibly sprained her left front leg. She weighs in at 16 pounds (which the vet pronounced “lean”), and insists on levitating to the top of six foot bookcases — and then, naturally enough, jumping down again. Apparently, it is the “jumping down again” segment, coupled with the 16 pounds at 32 feet per second per second, which is the problem.
She is, foremost, a cat, and telling her not to jump is Completely Out of the Questions — see “Justly Appointed. . .Honors,” above, so, after a thorough evaluation, the vet prescribed a non-steroid muscle relaxant for the next three days. Hopefully, this will give the soft tissues some relief, but we are cautioned that soft tissue injuries do take Forever to heal, especially when the patient adamantly refuses RICE.
Belle thanks everyone who expressed concern for her, and wishes to assure them that she is not at risk, and that Sharon and Steve are Old Worry Warts.
After we brought Belle home, I. . .went to town, to get my hair cut (“You’re purple!” said my hairdresser. “Yes,” I said. “Yes; I’m purple.”, pick up our tickets to Rocky Horror at the Opera House, and our mail at the post office box, then got gas, and a tuna sandwich at Subway, which we are, I believe — yes — about to cut in half and eat.
And so the day goes forward.
Hope everyone is having a lovely Tuesday.
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*Pop Quiz! How do you — yes, you! — pronounce “Belle”? We here at the Cat Farm say “Bell,” as in “Ring that bell, mama!”, or, perhaps “Belle of the Ball,” which is Belle’s formal name. However, several people we’ve subsequently met pronounce “Belle” as “Bella.”