So Jack is finally better after his mystery illness. Today we were sitting in the living room eating brunch, and we hear a cat YOWLING in the bedroom. We run in and see Stella, dangling really high up from my clothes in the closet, by her front claws. I have no idea how she got up there, but she was stuck. I picked her up to take the pressure off her paws and Fi went to disentangle her claws from the fabric. He moved a dress and her whole left paw was completely twisted around, like 360 degrees. It was really gruesome. We had to take the clothes out of the closet along with her, to get her untwisted.
I immediately assumed she must have broken at least one little bone in her leg with the way it was so twisted. I followed her around the house and it looks like she is putting weight on it, so hopefully she's okay. If it swells up or she starts limping, we'll take her to the vet.
Fi got lightheaded and almost threw up. He said after these two weeks with the cats, he doesn't know if he can have kids.
"I'm not a rude bitch. I'm ten rude bitches in a large coat."