We can rebuild him, we can make him more spoiled ...
Sometime back, I blogged about extracting a set of kittens from the dumpster out back of Rancho LawDog.
If you click on the photo in that article, you will see that there is a young gentlecat in a tuxedo in the very front of the pile.
Little while ago, Chris found said tux-wearing hairball out by the driveway -- with a hernia and an oddly-shaped leg.
Seems he managed to break his back leg fairly spectacularly -- right under the growth plate, I'm (professionally) told -- before dragging himself back here.
Six hundred bucks for two titanium pins, installation and shots.
And that would be my bed he is currently overtaking and securing for use by friendly forces.
He's never going to have full use of that leg again.
The dogs are not -- I say again my last: not -- happy about this.
Considering it's another hundred to tutor the little maniac, I'm right there with the dogs.