The cat is broke...

I came home Tuesday night from watching the election results to see one of my cats limping around the house, dragging one of his back legs. He can't jump, he's pitiful to watch walk around and I had to work my 24 the next day. I felt his leg up pretty good and he didn't meow or cry out in pain or anything, so I didn't rush out and take him to the doctor.

Yesterday, I came home from working hoping to see my kid running around like normal. But no, he was still thumping around. Unfortunately, I had to work last night. So today, I will stuff my cat into the carrier and listen to him meow and howl all the 9 miles to the vet's office. Where I hope that they won't charge me an arm and a leg to find out what's wrong with him...

And I hope that he will forgive me for hauling out the cat carrier and forcing him in it.