We had an exciting Wednesday night. One of the little kitties knocked a plate onto the floor which schattered into a million pieces and in turn scared the bejesus out of Oliver and he went running like a bat out of hell. About 10 minutes after cleaning up the mess I notice he was limping and kind of dragging his leg. So thinking he broke his leg, into action Mark and I went. I put him in the carrier and Mark called the Vet. Well, I'm glad to say he didn't break his leg:). He did tear some ligaments and tweaked his knee cap, who know cats had knee caps.