Cat and Rollersk8ing

This night of rollersk8ing became a fateful night. I did a fancy show-off move (it wasn't really that fancy) and broke my foot. I didn't KNOW it was broken until the following morning when I couldn't walk. This occurred at the beginning of May and the darn foot still gives me trouble.
I threw in pics of my cat, Abner, just b-cuz I love him and he's my cuddle buddy. Also, he was my best friend when I couldn't walk anywhere. He loved it. It was as if he was saying, "FINALLY you're sitting still long enough for me to have a good nap on your lap". Perhaps that was the reason I broke my foot: to bond with my cat. Who knows?