Nysse came home yesterday evening! Unfortunately he seemed to be quite badly hurt, and wasn’t using his hind legs. He dragged himself into the house, flopped down on the carpet, and cried. No blood and no visible injuries, so I’m guessing he’s been hit by a car and broken something. Such a brave cat, to drag himself home with broken bones. I’m glad he didn’t just go hide in a bush and give up. No wonder it took him a few days to make it back.

He ate a large meal and then slept. I woke up at half past four to go the bathroom, and couldn’t see him anywhere. Made some noise looking for him, and he crawled out from behind some furniture. I guess he wanted a safe little cave to hide in. Then we cuddled until just past seven, and drove him to a veterinary hospital as soon as they opened.

Hours later, he’d gotten heavy-duty painkillers, and been examined and x-rayed. The poor kitty has a fractured pelvis. With the painkillers he finally got some proper rest, and we left him at the hospital for surgery tomorrow morning. We should get to bring him home tomorrow evening or the morning after that. And then he has four to six weeks of cage rest ahead of him, for recovery.