Hopefully she will able to get some better exercise now that her knee won't be causing her to limp around.
Something that was interesting...she had been going a bit knock kneed with the pain and pressure and years of that leg taking the brunt of the work and now that it has been replaced the doctor thinks it will be a lot straighter. She might possible gain some height back which would be cool.
Anyway, we had a nice chat and several people called while I was there. Enough time anyway to knock her out a cartoon card which made her laugh and she showed it off to the nurse. It has her there in bed, crazy as a loon saying, "But...my tap dance recital is in 2 weeks!" and my dad is looking at the doctor and asking, "How much lortab did you GIVE her?" I'm sure it will wind up in her "Jeanette file" which I think still has the cartoon I did 15 years ago for her back surgery.
When I got home this evening my roommate said, "We have a new addition to our house!"
I hear that and I think a new room has been built or a baby has been born and so I was confused. They cleared it up for me. Apparently one of my roommates saw a cat shivering on our porch and let him in. He is still HERE.
The advantage of him is that Mischief is more interested in him than Beowulf and this new guy seems kittenish enough that he will play back.
However...and this is a BIG however...
Unlike some of my roommates, *I* am a responsible pet owner and if this new guy is to stay he would have to go to the vet, get FIXED, get his shots and a full workup and I myself can not afford that. I can only be responsible for one cat. Beowulf goes to work with me. If I need to be gone for an extended period of time my parents can take him because he has earned enough goodwill they are happy to have him. It would be irresponsible of me to try to legally own more than one at this time. Someday perhaps, but not today.
I'm not a fan of the idea of a "communal cat." SOMEBODY is going to have to claim him and it's not going to be ME and the other cat owner can barely take care of herself and her own cat.
I'm not sure of this guys history but he is NOT interested in going back outside (can't blame him, it's COLD out there,) but he likes being petted, he knows how to use a litter box, he's fairly social. He obviously is somebodys cat.
We are going to take a picture of him tomorrow and make fliers and put them around. Hopefully somebody will call and claim him. I really think he is somebody's cat. I hope he has not been abandoned because he's not quite a kitten anymore which I am sure is what happened to Edward. I am afraid because I have a very tender heart and I am really trying not to like this guy.
One of my roommates called him "Socks" this evening. and I tried to put the kibosh on that. Names mean they STAY... if if they STAY we are not naming him SOCKS. Sheesh people, have a LITTLE creativity! Cats should have COOL names. Not "Simba." Not "SOCKS."
Now...let me go look up literary names for wandering strangers or mysterious people who show up on doorsteps...
Crap, crap crap...don't name the CAT.