Since the runty dog lost his leg, walking into town has become a series of little stops while people peer at him in anguish and gently ask the question, 'so what happened to his leg?' Or they mutter to each other: 'mais, il marche sur trois pattes!' But, he walks only on three legs, or feet/paws.
Yes it is true, it is he who walks but only on three legs. It happens. Usually with one of the back legs I seem to recall, thinking back to various hopping specimens I have noticed before. Sometimes even the two legs gone and a wheeled apparatus in place.
The description of how the cat hit him is becoming boring to recount now; Ezra and I spend happy time walking back from college inventing more and more ludicrous stories we can tell people when they ask the inevitable question.