There was a three-legged cat at the bookstore that I wanted to take home with me. First, because cats are awesome. Second, he looks like my cat and he reminded me of when Wilson was little. He got hit by a car and broke his leg when I was in Italy. It was a miracle that he was found.
There was a point in time that doctors thought his leg would have to be amputated. Seeing this cat reminded me what could have been and that a cat with a missing one leg can still have an amazing life if people are there to love him just as much.
BTW, I didn’t take the cat because he belonged to the owners!