Moot and his WTF Sock

When Moot woke me up early this morning, I was delighted to see him. I was even more delighted when he bounced up on to the window ledge to scope and chatter at passing pigeons. He wolfed down his brekkers (tuna in spring water) and was generally at peace with the world except for this thing round his leg.

The plaster was protecting the canula but Moot cares not for these things, he just wanted rid of the damn thing. As a consequence, he spent a lot of today shaking his paw trying to get it off. And being Moot, he wasn't paying much attention when he did so he ended up whacking his paw off sundry pieces of furniture. I love him but he is dumber than bag of hammers.

He got the Ok from the vet this afternoon, so the canula came out and the plaster is off. We have a bag of new stuff to feed him and we'll be getting a final diet plan for him on Tuesday when he goes back for a wee* check up. I suspect we'll be saying goodbye to Felix forever. I don't care what it costs, he's worth it.

*the Vet made him wee this afternoon just to make sure all was good. That's not something i'll be practising doing - anyone going near his bladder better be wearing thick gloves. And probably chainmail too.