Life lessons from a three-legged cat

Since I was stuck at home yesterday, I got a chance to really see first-hand how Tux was coping through the day, post-surgery and post-pain killers.

Sunshiny baby

He spent it pretty much the same way he spent every other day before the surgery..... lazing about on the couch.

But when he is up and moving around, he's doing just fine. He's taken to life on three legs like a duck to water... and it's not quite a week since his surgery. He can walk much steadier now (though he does tend to stop, flop and take frequent breathers on the way to the kitchen).

I bought him a step-stool to make it easier to get on and off the futon - he bypasses it, jumping up with perfect ease.

I finally saw him in action in the litter box - no problems there! He can't bury it anymore, but half the time he never bothered anyway.

And then this morning as I was pulling on my boots to head off to work (Dad came by last night and did some Dad-magic and fixed the car!), I heard a clomp, clomp, up the stairs. By the time I got over there, he was no where in sight. I called up to Dave to ask if Tux was up there.
"Yeah... he's in the bedroom."
"Well don't let him try to jump on the bed," I replied. "It's too high."
"He's in the bed already..."
Well, alright then.....

A few posts ago, Minding My Own Stitches said it well... animals don't dwell on things; they just adapt and do the best they can. She's absolutely right - and that's a skill we could all use.