We returned home from our Big Weekend-y Type Thing At The Lake to find that, tragically, Othello’s back legs have fallen off.
Aside from that minor inconvenience, all is well. I’m off to carry him to the food dish, as has been his lifelong dream. Then I’ll squeeze him over the litterbox. Wish me luck.
Nadine said
Isn’t that horrible when it happens! We came home one day to find that all the legs had fallen off our cat:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/27024825@N03/2706360775/