My left foot

Well, here's Cameron (finally), sans cast.

Reminds me of the joke about the 3-legged cowboy dog who barges into a saloon, determinedly limps his way to the bar and yells at the bartender, "Where's the man who shot my Paw?"

Cameron is still limping around, favoring his left leg, but tentatively putting a little weight on it, trying it out. He likes for me to hold it in my hand. I think he likes the warmth.

The doctor said we should keep him from jumping down from things. As if.

He's a cat.

–Randy