So our cat Guinness is going to lose one of his legs. Not a great night here. →[More:] Guinness is a cat we adopted after he'd been hanging around the neighborhood for many years, and after some of our neighbors said they were going to bring him indoors, but then didn't. He has FIV from fighting with tomcats before he was neutered (it spreads via saliva-to-blood contact, like a bite) so once we took him under our wing, we didn't bring him indoors with the other two cats. We put a cat flap on the enclosed porch, gave him a heating pad on the futon out there in the winter, and that has worked well for the last three years. (The porch was also my partner's smoking room, and therefore living room, until he quit smoking a few months back.) Point is, Guinness has been a part of the family since long before he was technically "our" cat.

But anyway, Guinness came in when I got home from work today for his usual hugs and cat treats, then went back out like he always does. He came back in when my partner got home, which he usually does, but he was bleeding and his left back foot was a mess. Like, bones poking out. He must have run across the road and had his trailing foot nailed by a car. This is exactly why I don't like cats going outside, and I've always been nervous about Guinness being out there, but it seemed to be the only way. Now he's at the vet, doped up and asleep thank goodness, and the vet has confirmed he doesn't have any injuries other than his destroyed foot.

He'll be transferred to an animal surgery center on Sunday night/Monday, and then I dunno when we'll get to bring him back home. He's always wanted to be a house cat, so now I guess he gets his wish. Luckily he gets along with Kayla and Bob- the only real worry we have is that Bob likes to annoy and wrestle with G when's he's in the house, so we'll have to keep them separate for awhile, at least when we're not home.

So those of you who know Guinness, send him some good vibes tonight. He could use them.