Poor Rio.

Last night I noticed he was not his usual self, hiding in his little house and biting me every time I got too close. Well, actually, the biting is standard practice. But then I realised his gammy leg was a bit gammier than usual, and he couldn’t put any weight on it. As a kitten, Rio was found outside a mountain resort with about 20 other strays. He stood out a to the kind-hearted girls who spotted him, due to the bone jutting out of his leg. They fixed it up, and though we momentarily thought we would have to amputate, all was well. We took him to the vet today, and the infection is indeed back. We had further tests done, and will find out tomorrow what the next step is. More than likely it will be the big chop. Jess might finally fulfil his dream of owning a pirate cat after all.