“Grandma, come here, Nigel is limping”.

That’s what I heard through my window at 6.30 this morning as grandson went to feed the cats. Indeed he is limping on his front left paw and he won’t tell us what happened. We won’t go to the vet straight away because last time, when he broke a back paw, he kept pulling off the splint and bandage and refused to rest!

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