Squeeky, of the Many Vetbills

Yesterday, my mom called me and said, "Squeeky had to go to the doctor today."

"Why," asked the kiffies, "did he fall off the roof, again?"

"No, he couldn't walk."

Squeeky, in his infinite ability to get into every imaginable bad situation, had gotten into a fight. His leg was... well, let's just say that he was doing a great impression of a pirate. Nothing broken or missing, but certainly out of working order.

( The rest of the TMI story here. )