Meet Oliver Furry. Oliver previously spent his days going between our house, my in-laws house next door, and the neighbor’s house across the road being a cute little opportunist. He went to someone’s house and acted like the sweetest, most playful kitty there ever was, and then whoever he sucked up to fed him. There were times when I’d notice him limping, and upon inspection, found that he had been cat fighting again, so off I would take him to the vet to get an abscessed wound in his shoulder drained. After a few times of this occurence, he had a little accident.
Oliver is one of our Furryland residents who came to stay in our home after he was struck by a hit-and-run pickup truck. He was in bad shape and they operated on him twice; once to place super tiny screws in his ankle to keep it together, and once to remove necrotic tissue that formed on his belly from road rash. Following a couple months in a huge cage to recover, he is now living happily in our humble abode, lounging on the window sill soaking up the sun’s rays. Even though he has a kink in his tail, a tuft of fur on his back that will never lie flat, and sits with his left foot angled out to the side, we love him dearly. If we could only do something about those claws of his, life with Oliver would be completely groovy.