Today’s photohunt theme is “broken”.

When I found Azar in the square with his left front leg broken – some #@%¿! had tried to kill him – I knew that I couldn’t leave this little street cat out there to fend for himself. It took a while before I finally managed to get him home, but he is now going on 15 and can run around on three legs very well. He can also do a death-defying walk along the back of the sofa. And he is a total cuddle monster.

Azar means chance or happenstance in Spanish
And his little broken hockey stick leg is actually his “pata de suerte”.
Funny how things turn out…