This is Batman.
He’s only a year old, and playful like most young cats are. He chases toy balls, and adores these braided strips. He bats them and bites them and then gives you that ‘this is mine now’ look.
He’s sweet, too. Laps are one of his favorite places to curl up, purring. He’ll jump right up there, get comfortable, and settle down. While he’ll sit there quietly, he’ s happy to get some attention, rubbing against your hand as you pet him, or staring up at your face and offering a chirpy ‘hello’ meow.
And he’s missing a leg.
He came into the shelter with a limp. Even so, he was sweet and glad for attention, and didn’t complain a bit. But when the clinic checked him out, they determined his leg was fractured–broken in several places.
When he was healed, he came back to the shelter again.
I immediately checked him out, because he was a favorite of mine, and I was worried about him. How would he be coping? Would he still a happy, friendly cat that could find a good home?
His fur is growing back, and he’s growing accustomed to running and jumping in his tripod state. When he’s in motion, or curled up missing leg down, people didn’t even realize the leg was gone.
Batman’s not just getting by–he’s enjoying life.
And someone thought he was wonderful just like I do, enough to adopt him. He went home later that day. This Tuesday, things turned out okay for this little guy, despite life’s setbacks.
You can’t keep Batman down.