Taking the cat to the vet tomorrow. G thinks it's a tumour, I think it's an infected dislocation, we bet oral sex on it. It costs way too much, way more than we can afford (it actually costs as much as G makes in a month), to fix a cat's broken leg, but we'll at least know what we're dealing with and if nothing else, amputating part of it is an option. (For me. G doesn't believe in amputations. Funny, since none of the farm cats at his parents have all the assigned limbs and neither did most of the cats I grew up with.) It's an old house-cat who hasn't been using that leg anyway. We've been giving her soft food and some old dog painkiller drips, but the vet said to please stop doing that, as her kidney may fail for it. Whoops. But at least she's been eating some, these past few days. Anyway, it's a mess. Hoping tomorrow is a good day.