No it snot.........
Just checked your home page...
When I was a kid (a LONG time ago) we lived in a semi-rural area. A white cat adopted us and became one of the best mousers I ever saw. However, a neighborhood kid, Jack the Idiot Bully, shot her in the hip with an arrow.
We took her to the vet and he put a cast on her leg. She was an “outside” cat (my mother didn’t like cats...) and as soon as she recovered sufficiently, she learned how to navigate the garden with her right rear leg in a cast. We’re talking about late October and November in the Rockies, so it was cold and muddy at best, cold and frozen at worst.
My mother “relented” and made the cat a denim sleeve for the cast to help keep the moisture and muck away. I loved that cat, and felt bad that my mother wasn’t more of a cat person. She DID say, in a rare moment of compassion, “I don’t know why I paid $75 for a cast for that darn cat. But she IS a good mouser...”