And he simply managed to drag himself back home, get fed, and start really hurting then. He came inside at around 10h20 or 10H30am and laura saw him at 10H15am she said,limping as if hurting in the hip.

Here is sadly the ending of Laurel I suspect. I told hubby. As usual, he got angry and told me to shut the fuck up.

I then calmly asked him, a tripod cat is okay but a metal implant in his hip for further life, really? Anyway, I dont want to be dramatic but truly, i fear we have to put him down tomorrow.

He is truly a foolish cat but who so brave and fearless.

And very smart about certain things, mostly, how to live to the fullest.

I now want to dedicate the virtues of my cat Laurel to the memory of Kurt Cobain. In many ways, I totally feel Cobain in Laurel, in how simply honest, laurel is, like a dumb fool.

A fool to us all, humans. But not to cats. And if he is ever wise, it is ultimately for living his life ONLY as he wished from all his heart. carelessly we must admit. And totally adored and free.

UPDATE

Lets not panic and fear the worst.Hubby says, after I explained our options presumed tomorrow and contemplated, 'tripod cat' at the worst.