HazelNut thought she could fly, dummy me, I bought her stairs so she could get up on my bed. Once up there, it was too much trouble to go down the stairs, it was a game to FLY off. Well, it finally happened, we were outside one night, on flat ground, and herd blood curlding wimpers. Called out the Vet, anyway, the Vet figured she had hut hersel in one of her flying jumps, and twisted wrong wihich finished it off. She ended up seperating her shoulder from her leg, sorta like a break. It's been two weeks now, whe's healing real well, limps just slightly. BUT, NO MORe on the bed, and I put the stairs in the basement. She is just to wild!
