We have been feeding our stray cat Oscar for almost two years now. Oscar has some serious demands for a stray cat. No dry food, canned food and table scraps only please. Oh, and be sure you don’t get within fifty feet of him while he is eating, or any other time for that matter. 
We have complied with Oscar’s rules all this time. Recently we noticed he was holding up one of his front legs on occasion but walking normally most of the time. Last night he was walking on three legs when he came to bang on the door and ask for dinner. I told Jason it was time to take action. 
This morning we purchased a live trap. This afternoon we prepared for Oscar’s evening visit. We set up the trap and put two cans of his favorite food in the trap. I didn’t think Oscar would get within 100 feet of the trap. Thus I was pretty amazed when I heard a ruckus and looked out the back door to see Oscar desperately trying to find a way out of the trap. 
We put a towel over the trap and that calmed him down a little bit. Tomorrow we are off to the vet. I guess we will also find out if Oscar is actually a boy. We have a bad habit of naming stray animals and being very wrong about their gender. Our fainting goat Miss Lyle is a perfect example of that. We had to add the “Miss” to her name after we realized he was, in fact, a she. Please think positive thoughts for Oscar and his leg. 
Oscar the stray cat. Picture taken about 18 months ago
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