Update on Maxwell

We made an unscheduled trip to the emergency vet last night, as our sweet Maxwell took a tumble off the fireplace mantel where he was sleeping soundly.

Until Faraday landed on him and knocked him off.

We had feared a broken leg or hip, based on his moaning and inability to walk, so we rushed him to Blue Pearl in Kansas City.

"B-b-but... I thought you were staying home with me today...?

Fortunately, all bones are intact, though he does appear to have some soft tissue injuries/tears. He's resting comfortably today, with medication to help alleviate his pain.

The doctor requested he be kept isolated for a week, so he's hanging out in the guest bedroom. And Marty's home with him today, too.

(So stop it with the guilt trip, Maxie!  LOL!)

Oh, and we made Faraday stay in with him to keep him company. As penance.

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Update on the Update:

::::cue Mission Impossible music::::
 

"Your mission, Maxwell, should you choose to accept it, is to BREAK OUT OF THE GUEST BEDROOM." 

Spoof Momma's locked door: CHECK. 

Lock perp (aka Faraday) into said bedroom ALONE: CHECK. 

Set up sentinel duty as per usual: CHECK.

 

Papa just called Momma wanting to know why the guest bedroom door was CLOSED and I was OUTSIDE. That's, uh, not exactly the way she left it when she went to work.... *innocent look*

 

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Maxwell's doing fine. He just wanted to be out, sitting at the top of the stairs, watching everything. Marty's making sure he doesn't move from that spot. (kind of the same location as in the above photo, actually!)