A lot of you probably remember that right after Socks died I had to go to the vet and get stitches in my legs.
It was very traumatizing I hate riding in the carrier but Scylla kept me company after I got home. And that stupid cone didn't keep ME from reaching my stitches.
Everybody wanted to know how I hurt all 4 legs.
Did a mouse bite me? Mommy saw me chasing one. Probably NOT the vet said it didn't look like bite marks.
Or did the vicious rosebush that Mommy trimmed viciously attacked me when I followed the mouse into the pile of weeds? Probably, nobody knows and I am NOT telling. In fact I am just going to hide my legs, which didn't look that bad until the vet stole my fur.
Yin, insisted I was the stupidest clumsiest cat ever and was very rude to me. I really think it is a common occurrence for Mancats to wind up with wounds on all 4 legs at the same time, don't you think so? ~Yang, reporting on his past trauma now that he is willing to meow about it