The Jeffster came home from the vet today, with his rear leg replaced by a line of stitches. Our plans to keep him quiet in the spare bedroom went out the window when he looked at the door, then pawed at the door and raced upstairs - straight up two flights of stairs without stopping to wonder about his balance). He settled on the landing for a bit then Looked at the bedroom door; we let him in and he climbed into the wardrobe in his usual spot, shedding all over Simon's trousers. He's quieter than usual and he hasn't come down to be sociable yet, but I think it's mainly the indignity of having had his haunches shaved for the op. Checkup in five days, stitches out in ten and the biopsy results after they decalcify the bone sample.
It's still a shock. It's not what you ever want for a cat. But it's a lot better than it might have been, and I'm counting us all lucky to have a lovely tripod cat.