Anyhow, for those interested
Even though we haven't taken out the staples and can't do so for another week, I've started treating her fungus. Her cut would heal a lot faster if she didn't have a chronic case of *Flop*look-at-my-belly.
Hopefully, this weekend, she'll be able to come out of the bathroom. I'm not too afraid of Tiboy and Max roughing her up because they are big fat chickencats. Maybe they will even play nicely with her. Her favorite game is a combo of hide-n-seek and catch-me-if-you-can, though she has been known to workout in the washing machine.
"Yes, I jumped in here all by myself. What of it? You think I'm a cripple or something?"
Despite the loss of a limb, she now weighs twice what she did when I found her, and I guess I'm going to have to admit that navicat was right. She IS cute. :P