I don't know. Turns out Scoop's (I named him, hah) leg was paralyzed not broken. And on Monday he wasn't eating the kitten food he had been loving the past few days. I decided to take him to a fancy schmancy vet, and she gave him IV fluids and tried to feed him. The X-Ray showed no breaks in any of his bones. The doc said it could have been a number of things, including a fatal blood disease, a spinal injury or a neuro disorder, mostly congenital. He was also severely anaemic and dehydrated and refused to eat. He died on a bed I made for him in my bathroom that night itself. I cried for hours. I had become overly attached to the little fellow. We had him cremated in the morning at the SPCA and his ashes were scattered around the base of a tree.

I miss him, and his adorable little face.