Until today, Stoney (our broken legged orange and white wonder boy) has been at the vets. Dr. S decided to try "one more thing" before putting the pins and plates in Stoney's foot. He sedated Stoney, set his broken bones, and put a cast on his leg. In one week, he'll take an x-ray. If the foot remains stable, Stoney won't need surgery. If the bones move, it's "game on" for surgery.
I'm not holding my breath about the chances of non-surgery. I'm just not that fortunate. Regardless of the outcome, Stoney doesn't know he's my Million Dollar Man and seems quite content in my washroom until his foster Mom can take over this evening:
As I'm typing this blog post my son just called down to me: "MOM!!!! Stoney is rolling around in his litterbox and is COVERED in poop and pee." Honestly? I'm afraid to go upstairs and look. I can't deliver the guy to his foster Mom covered in poop and pee, but I'm sitting here hoping the "Poop and Pee Fairy" will come along and clean him up.
Please don't tell me there's no such thing as the "Poop and Pee Fairy".... I think he's related to the "Barf Fairy" and somebody barfed up a big hairball in the basement and I'm hoping the Fairies will make it a 2 for 1 bargain.