Meet Willy

Dave went out to pick up our dinner Friday night.  When he came back, a neighborhood dog walker was on the stairs of our building, trying to lure a cat out from between the stairs and a wall that juts out.  He said he would take the cat to one of the nearby shelters if it was still open.  Dave came inside to get a carrier, and we went out to pull the cat out.  It turned out that the shelter was already closed, so Dave and I agreed that we would bring him in for the night and take him in on Saturday.  When we pulled him out, we realized that he was hurt.  He wouldn’t put any weight on his right hind leg, which didn’t look right, and most of his tail was hairless.

Once we brought him inside, we realized we shouldn’t wait to take him in, so we went to another shelter with emergency vet care.  When we got there, they told us that he may be put down.  We decided to register him as ours to get him checked out.  It turns out that his “good” hind leg likely has a torn ligament.  His right hip is out of the socket and that leg was broken and has healed improperly.  His tail has a pretty bad wound on it, which has healed, but most of his tail is just dead tissue.  He is painfully skinny, but he doesn’t seem to be in much pain unless his right hind leg is handled or he slips and puts weight on it.  He’ll need surgery on both hind legs, and the right one is probably going to need to be amputated, along with his tail.

We brought him home and began our efforts to find his owner.  We’ve had no luck.  We don’t want to give him to a shelter that may put him down, but we’re also hesitant to give him to a no-kill shelter out of fear that he’ll sit there for a very long time (or the rest of his life).  We started to realize that he’s probably going to be with us forever, despite the fact that we had no intention of getting another pet.

He has gotten more comfortable with us, and yesterday, I learned that he just loves to love.  He comes out from the bed every time I go into the guest room and finds his way straight to my lap.  He loves to nuzzle and play with my hair.  I get more attached the more I spend time with him, and I think the feeling is mutual.

I dropped him off at the vet this morning so he could have blood work and x-rays today.  The vet tech couldn’t believe that we’ve only known each other since Friday, and we commiserated about gaining pets that we didn’t plan for.  I cried when I left (of course) and I’m staring at the phone waiting for them to tell me I can come get him.  He hasn’t met the other animals yet, and I’m pretty sure one of our cats is going to want to kill him (just like all the other animals in our house).  Hopefully he’ll be fast on three legs.

10 thoughts on “Meet Willy

  1. I’m not really a cat person, but hes cute!!! You had me laughing with “hoping hes fast on 3 legs!!” Congrats on your new little buddy. 🙂

  2. He looks a lot like my Joey and sounds like he’s just as sweet too. I can’t believe you’re taking on another kitty but am so happy you found him and are taking care of him. I still haven’t visited the kittens in my neighborhood because I know it won’t end well.

  3. Bean, I NEED you to always have one more pet than I do. Please go see the kittens this afternoon.

    Oh, and as an update, the vet is going to try to save his leg!

  4. When you put it that way I would be getting a kitten to help you so it feels like I should do it 🙂

    Keep me posted on his leg!!

  5. It’s a good thing I like cats 🙂

    I’m looking forward to meeting Willy.

  6. I’m not really a cat person but geeze he’s a good lloking cat. Where did the name come from?

  7. Cece, it was great that you asked because Dave was very disappointed that I didn’t include the origin of his name.

    When we were told that his leg would have to be amputated, he said we should call him Three-Legged Willy. It stuck. The Three-Legged part doesn’t really work anymore, but that’s okay.

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