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Ever since he was an orphaned kitten, this boy has been a fighter. He has a wild streak that can't be tamed or ignored. While he enjoys the comforts of home and family, he insists on spending most nights outside. He's usually on the back deck when we wake up, waiting to come in for some love and fresh food. Not necessarily in that order.
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There have been many times when he's appeared with tufts of fur sticking out from a squirrel tussle. Once he had a paw gash that took a week to heal. Who knows what he does all night long. One thing is certain- we do have foxes that roam the neighborhood and a family of hawks in the backyard. All of whom are far more athletic and less *fluffy* than our tough guy.
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Sinatra wasn't on the back deck the other morning. We waited awhile for him to show up, then started calling for him. Ever so slowly he started up the long staircase to the deck. My relief at seeing him was quickly replaced with concern. Our boy is hurt. His ear has several surface scratches and a swollen bump where it meets his head. He has lots of smaller puncture wounds under his fur around his chest. The worst of it is his right front leg. He is able to move it and bend it, but he must have pulled something at the shoulder. He has a bad limp, and is moving slowly.
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He's getting a little better each day. Still, it's so hard to look in those eyes and see he's in pain. He'll let me pet him gently, and he purrs his loud purr. He tries to jump on and off the bed, and won't let us help him. He'll heal and continue to fight his fights. He'll worry us and surprise us, and we'll love him just the way he is.