Poor Oscar got his back feet chopped off by a combine harvester! Did farmer Coates say “Now, Travis, Oscar’s your kitty. You’ve got ta shoot him clean through the head so he don’t suffer none.” Nope. Instead Oscar got prosthetic feet, and not just any prosthetics, but a revolutionary new variety which are permanently inset directly into Oscar’s bones.
Who’s a good bionic kitty? Yes, you are, you peg legged black beauty you. Yes, you are so, you beautiful boy!
Excuse me, just suffering a bit of cat proximity effect.
courtesy of xkcd
