I've closed the HDU (High Dependency Unit) because Ratty has moved to the garden.
He's now somewhere between walking and hop-along but definitely mobile. Time lapse photography (sort of?):
I wanted to call this post Miracle on 5th Avenue but I haven't. One, because I think that might be bad karma, and two, my cat-radar is confused. I am not entirely convinced that Ratty is 'all better now'. He likes it in the garden and having made a nest for himself in a hedge of bougainvillea and jasmine and cigarette bush, he doesn't want to come back inside. That makes sense as until his accident, he had never been indoors, so he is in his element. But he is also not very interested in eating, which isn't the old Ratty I know and love.
He spent the night outside, safe in our walled garden and this morning I made Marius haul him out of the shrubbery and put him on the patio in front of a plate of sardines. Ratty ate a little but then sloped back off to the jungle, where he is now. Marius said he put up quite a bit of resistance, wriggly and kicking so he doesn't seem to be ... er dying. Maybe he is simply fed up with being a patient (I know how he feels)?
If there is something wrong, I won't try any more heroic nursing, I will let him go. If not (and maybe he knows this in his cat bones?) we will arrange for him to be neutered. Then we will let him back out on the street to fare for himself, still feeding him when he calls round and looking out for him. As I said, my cat radar is confused.
Here he is enjoying the delights of the garden: