Rosie, our middle critter, is having a bad day. Can hardly walk for her left back leg. I caught her and checked it out, and it doesn't seem any different, no swelling, no rocks or hair matted with chewing gum stuck between her toes or anything. I gave her pain med, fed her, and then had to chase her down, both of us limping on our left back leg, and caught her and put her in her little bed. She did allow me to pet her head and give her little treat. If she doesn't get better by Tuesday I suppose we will take her to the vet. He said Monday about all we can do at this age is to keep her comfortable, so we shall see.
He is the sweetest man. He accepts stray cats, and takes care of them until he finds them a home. He has a farm with horses etc, and he has one big barn for the cats. It has chicken wire so they can see out but not GET out. He showed me pictures and the cats are beautiful, well fed and healthy. He calls the barn Al-CAT-traz.
Today I will live in the moment...unless it's unpleasant.
Then I will eat cookies...