Chicken Leg

So, although we aren't technically parents yet, we do feel obligated to take care of our live-in cat. Tuxedo (Tux) is a cool cat and we like him a lot. He pretty much thinks he owns the place - treating our house like his very own 75 degree palace.

This week he was enjoying a sunbath on the deck (designed and built primarily for his enjoyment), when he was ambushed. A neighborhood stray picked a fight with Tux on the deck.

For those of you that have met Tux - you'll know he's purely ornamental. He doesn't carry a lot of street-cred.

Well, what we thought was a non-event, actually ended up costing us half-a-monkey (Andy can translate for you if need be) at the vet. His back leg was pretty beat up - it looks like the stray took a bite or two, but it's mostly just a bunch of bruising (ouch!).

We're on a mission to rid the neighborhood of the stray and Tux has a new nickname...meet chicken leg.



Clearly he's feeling better - or maybe it's just the drugs. He rolled around like this for a few minutes, just begging to be caught on film.