In our neighborhood all the cats get along. Most of them even stop by our house for a little snack everyday. There must be a new cat in town. Purrcy came in this morning and I knew something was wrong. Doug at first said he didn't think anything was wrong when I held Purrcy up to get a closer look under his neck. Doug didn't have his glasses on (which should have told me to have him hold Purrcy while I looked for any wounds) and said it looked like Purrcy just rolled in mud. While I was getting the cat carrier ready to go to our vet on Monday, I kept an eye on Purrcy who was sleeping in his favorite chair. When I walked out of the studio, Purrcy jumped down to follow me and he had a really bad limp and was meowing that "I'm not feeling well" meow all cats do. I loaded him up and took him to the veterinary emergency hospital. It was a long wait at the hospital, since they take the more serious cases first. From the amount of blood being cleaned up in the waiting room, there was some poor animal in much worse shape. After a exam and taking of vital signs, they shaved Purrcy's leg to make sure there wasn't anymore damage and sent us home with antibiotics. Lucy of course had to check Purrcy out when he came home.