This thread reminds me of the time my father accidentally ran over my cat’s kittens. :
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I did accidenally bump into another one of her kittens (she had many litters), and I swear that cat ran for the hills every time I came near. It was an accident! Really!
Wow that sucks.
I’ve lost kittens before too. One time my cat had a litter of six, and one day when they were about 4 weeks old, my dog killed 4 of them.
I got home and found the mangled corpses of 4 dead kittens on my patio! The dog had basically picked them up and then bit deep into their sides(while they were still alive and breathing I assume) and then proceeded to mutilate them. Hooray!
As my own ‘kitten’ (my niece) broke her leg recently (well a car rode over it) I feel your pain.
Get well soon Calvin.
Be glad you got her leg and not her body, as I am glad it was only my niece’s leg that was broken.
Kitties forgive: I’m sure Calvin will. Lots of behind-the-ear skritchies will help (watch out, they’re perfectly capable of milking your guilt for more treats and so on too 
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My cat Velcro sends good wishes to Calvin.
‘Velcro’ Has to be the best name I have ever seen for a cat!
I’ve stepped on my kitty many a time. In fact I’d warrant that every cat owner steps on their cat at some point or other. It’s not your fault - you just got unlucky.
When we were kids, my sister’s gerbil escaped, and my dad pounced on it as it ran across the floor. He put it in the gerbil cage, and it just lay there: he’d killed it. Cue mass familial hysteria, and several people late for classes that morning.
ouch! poor kitty 
I’m pretty sure this is going to happen to me someday. My cat has a habbit of spazing out and tearing up/down the stairs anytime someone uses them. Usually it’s pretty funny to see, but every once in a while i end up on my ass trying to avoid falling on her :eek:
Off to the vet. More later.
OK, I’ve said cruel cat things in the past. I still hip your cat is OK. If they do to it what they did to another cat I knew of that broke its leg, It will get a cast for several weeks.
Try to spend extra play time with your cat. Spoiling with treats may not be a bad thing. And for the next few weeks, sleep with yur pillow over your ear, because all night long you’re going to hear <skamper> <Klump!>, <skamper> <Klump!>, <skamper> <Klump!>…
She neutered him?
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Poor you, Aguecheek! And poor kitty!
My niece broke her daughter’s leg once. She was carrying the baby on the stairs and tripped and fell and the poor little girl broke her mom’s fall. Boy, did she feel awful!
Poor little girl is now fine and untraumatized and, if I recall correctly, a really really good swimmer. So don’t worry. It’ll be fine.
I feel so guilty whenever I accidentally hurt an animal. Our dog has been stepped on, tripped over (although she does like to stand right in front of you, so that’s her own fault), and tackled. The worst was once she cut her paw open on a metal shaving my husband must have tracked in from his work, and had to be bandaged and wear a cone for a week! She moped around the whole time with a very hurt, guilt-inducing look on her face.
The good thing about animals is, they don’t hold a grudge. All is forgiven now. But I do think they know how to milk an injury!
The real danger is that your kitty will learn from this experience. I stepped on the Gryff’s paw once when he was a kitten, and he looked so miserable limping around that I gave him tons of kitty treats and people food goodies from the fridge, like prime rib.
As the days went on, and he kept limping, I felt worse and worse. Finally Mr. Del pointed out that the Gryff would only limp when I went into the kitchen – that darn cat LEARNED to limp to get his treats! I swear, sometimes he throws himself down in front of me and pretends I stepped on him, with one eye on the refrigerator door the entire time.
I’m sure little Calvin will be up and about soon!
I steped on Bart the Bunny once - flattened him right out (he had snuck up behind me while I was standing on the toilet - it’s a long story).
Anyhow - he was draging his leg around for a while. Then I spied on him in the livingroom when I was in a different room and he was hopping around perfectly fine. When I walked in he started draging his leg again. The stinker. 
I hope your kitty is ok.
Actually, trying to trip their feeder is purposeful kitten behaviour.
There is a time in kittenhood when mommacat will begin weaning her kittens. Feeding then becoms a contest. Durign this time, kittens will try to trip mommacat on purpose! Dashing in her way, meandering in front of her. When momma is trips and falls on her side, every kitten grabs the nearest teat and starts feeding. With 4 kittens on her, getting up again is no easy feat.
My cat (who is seven years old) shows a lot of kitten behaviour around feeding time. High little meows, and the tripping stuff, too. When I walk to the closet to get another tin of catfood, he will always walk in my way, dashing between my legs, just waiting to be stepped on or tripped over. Needless to say, I’ve kicked him accidentally many times. (of course always followed by sweet talk to let him know I was not being agressive) He does not seem to mind enough to learn…
I can really, really empathize. I’m feeling guilty as hell, too.
My kitten got out on Saturday, and I found him behind the house. When I brought him in, he was limping a little, letting his rear left foot touch the ground but not putting any significant weight on it. No hissing or anything… so I figured he must have strained it. Turns out (we think) he jumped down from a second story window… !!
In any case, because it wasn’t getting better, he went in to the vet on Tuesday morning. All of that time watching him, I never had a clue it was broken… neither could the vet confirm or deny until x-rays got done. He had a major fracture right at the top of his leg, at the base of the ball joint… sheared, and a few shards of bone around it.
He went in for surgery on Tuesday evening ($1100 US, ouch), I got him home last night, and I have to keep him penned up in a room without a single thing for him to climb on for a month. Zoiks.
In any case, I’m giving him lots and lots of attention and love, and he’s more affectionate than ever, and seems to be a bit more comfortable now, even with the bad haircut (completely bald from halfway down his body to halfway up his tail, gah) and the staples over his hip.
He’ll get over it faster than you will, I’m sure.
Hehehe.
I mean, aww…
Good news: We were really concerned about how we were going to pay for the whole thing. The first vet figured it would cost us between $1,500 and $2,000 to get the surgery. And of course, the surgeon wouldn’t accept monthly payments. Turns out there’s a system called “Care Credit,” a credit card dealy for vets that gives them their fee and you can pay them off in installments. We got accepted to a limit of $2,500. No worries about paying for surgery.
But we didn’t have to use it, 'cause the bill only came to $94, 'cause…
Better News: the surgeon didn’t feel it was necessary. Since only one of the two bones was broken, the unbroken one provided enough support for them to just use a splint. Woot! Of course, I’ve got to go around the 'partment and block/take away any fun jumping spots but that’s a small price to pay. Calvin is currently lying on the floor with his funky new blue cast, rolling around and walking in circles like Long John Silver. And will be doing so for six weeks.
Guin, I’ve got hordes of pictures, but they’re all on my speedy, T1-served computer at work, but I’ll post them to a website on Monday, and you’re more than welcome to have a boo. He’s the gosh-darndest cutest bugger on the West Coast.
Scotti, I’m gonna tell him that if you can forgive me, he should too. That’ll learn him. As for why no one’s seen us, it’s been a very…interesting past few months. It’s a long story, but things have been clearing up lately, and I plan on showing up at the next get-together, so you’ll see us soon, promise.
Velcro is indeed a kickass name.
Vanilla Toast, that’s exactly what we figgered would happen to Calvin, too. My wife’s been on pins and needles all morning worried (I called her and gave her the news before I logged on here, though). Big hugs to your kitten, and a chuck on the shoulder for luck!
Everyone else (gad! Way too many names, here), thanks all for the hugs and the thoughts and the jokes. I’m gonna go give Calvin a ruffle on his tum, now.
That is, after I carefully pull him down from the table top he just managed to jump onto, huge friggin’ cast and all…
My dog does this! And she’s a largeish border collie! Bloody zooms around the house as fast as she can for about 10 seconds! And then goes and lies down.
These episodes are known as FRAPs – Frantic Random Activity Periods. Most common in young animals. And very amusing to watch.