Here’s Lopsided Cat in a cat carrier, looking very mellow. He looks mellow because he’s stoned. He’s stoned because he just overnighted at the vet’s, where we booked him a room after we found him in the garage covered in detritus and drool, limping and looking like he’d been in a hell of a fight. We were worried he might have had a broken leg; the vet was worried he might have a dislocated hip.
As it turns out, he was perfectly fine — at worst, a little muscle soreness. He was definitely in a fight of some sort, but there was no fight damage or puncture wounds; the drool was the worst of it. He was apparently aggressively gummed. Which I expect means he beat the crap out of some neighborhood dog who thought it might be funny to go after a cat. We’ll have to ask around.
Be that as it may, it was an anxious moment or two there. Happy to say Lopsided Cat is still a badass. And, at the moment, a badass who is just so damn high.