Injury

Rumble is wounded, poor mite. He managed to jam one of his claws, or splinter it or something. We're not exactly sure what happened to make it look the way it does. It's bent to the side, and he was limping around, poor guy. We added insult to injury as Grampa and I washed it out with saltwater to prevent infection, or, rather, Grampa washed while I held his squirming, swearing body still. He then spent a while lying on the kitchen floor, having his head washed my Malika. He doesn't seem to be in any discomfort now unless it's directly touched. In fact, he's right now racing around the apartment playing tag with Malika. They're such good friends.