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| - A long time ago (maybe it wasn't that long ago), in a galaxy far, far away (maybe it was actually in this galaxy and maybe even in this state), I broke my leg. I didn't mean to break it. You see, I am a blind cat. As a cat, I tried to jump. As a blind cat, I might have missed that jump and landed a little funny. That might have been when my leg broke. Maybe.
And maybe I got a cast, and maybe I wasn't supposed to get my cast wet. And because I am not a big fan of "not supposed to," maybe I DID get that cast wet. And maybe I did it on a Saturday of a holiday weekend.
And then - there is no maybe about this - my pawrents took me to KC animal hospital, where Tanya and Dr. Carey took good care of me. It turns out I had been getting my cast wet a lot, so I had a skin infection on my poor little leg. The KC team kept me calm, cleaned me up, gave me antibiotic ointment, and then they used blow dryer on my leg so that I would have a dry leg. Just between you and me, a dry leg is actually much better than a wet leg. They even gave me another cast. I wish they had skipped that last part. It is harder to get into mischief with a cast.
One of the neatest things about this "adventure" was getting to see Tanya and my furriends at KC again. I used to come to KC all the time to see my regular vet, but then my regular vet moved to a practice that is closer to her house, so we followed her. And while I love my regular vet, my family is also a fan of the KC family: when my big brother passed away unexpectedly, Dr. Pirotte was there to help us; when my other brother got sick, Dr. Pirotte helped us again when our regular vet was out of the office. When I was first adopted, Tanya let me sit in her lap, and Leslie is always happy to see me. I only met Megan on this one visit, but she was sweet and cheery. Thank you, KC Animal Hospital! I pawmise to stay out of trouble...for a little while.
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