Here is Maxie sans one leg. I think since the cancer she's had a weird personality shift and become much more dependent, even kitten-like, although she's still lazier than a sloth on a hot day and a bottle of sleeping pills. Actually it's almost as though the amputation gave her an excuse to lie in a bed all day, only getting up to eat.
I do like the personality shift though. She's almost unnaturally forthcoming with her affection. Is it because she thinks she's going to die? I do think she had an idea that she was dying (hence always hiding under the couch -- though that's finally done with). Maybe I'm trying too hard to understand a cat's psyche. Probably.
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