
This wonderful, unseasonably warm Caturday is brought to you by regular-reader Steve’s cat Fred. In the picture above, you can imagine that Fred is purring her little buns off.
Wait, “her”?
I’m going to let Steve explain:
The story:
Fred was brought into the vet clinic where my niece was doing an internship one summer.
Fred had a severely dislocated hip that had tried to knit itself almost backwards, a severe flea infestation, and was slightly malnourished.
Right off the bat, he was discovered to be a she.
The vet, rather than humanely euthanize her, decided to “bone up” on his orthopedic skills and performed a femoral head osteotomy (removed the ball portion of the hip joint) and put her back into at least stabile health.
Several weeks later, she needed a loving, forever home to continue her recuperation and I happen to be the one lucky enough to say yes. She gained a new name based on the character from Hamlet which I happen to be reading at the time. She recovered wonderfully and other than a few minor issues has been incredibly healthy.
Ophelia will be 13 years old this coming summer and is of course spoiled completely rotten. She and I are truly inseperable.
Everyone put their paws together for Fred.
Thanks, Steve for the warm story on a warmish Caturday!