Purrs for Tigger, please?

I got a phone call from my brother tonight. The phone call that I've been
expecting.
"There's a problem with the cat"
"What sort of problem?"
"We heard a cat scream outside, he came rushing in bleeding from the mouth
and now he's hiding, what should I do?"

Resisting the urge to say "I told you so" I did the supportive sister bit,
told him to get the kitten to the vets immediately as I thought he'd been
hit by a car. I gave him the phone number of my vet and told him to let me
know what happened.
He rang me back an hour later. Tigger had indeed been hit by a car, he has
broken his jaw quite badly which will need wiring. I didn't like it when he
said the kitten's breathing was a bit funny, I hope he hasn't done his
diaphragm in. I listened to the veterinary update and said I hoped he would
be OK, and how was Charlotte? He said she had been crying.

Then I gave it to him with both barrels. "What did I tell you about letting
such a young cat out?? Why didn't you listen to me, why were you so rude to
me when I mentioned it??! He's not a toy, you know - where is your sense of
responsibility? Etc, etc.
To give him his due he took it on the chin and didn't try to interrupt until
I had finally finished his almighty earbashing. Then he said, quietly "we
did keep him in for as long as the shelter told us to. Thanks for the vet's
phone number."
That took the wind right out of my sails.

A few healing purrs would be appreciated. Thanks.

Tweed