I am almost too tired to post anything, so there is a danger that I might just fall asleep mid-word.
This picture from this evening probably says more about MasterB’s frustration at his enforced incarceration than any amount of words.
He has again tried to go out. We have been down the stairs several times this evening as he has bolted past me in a bid for freedom.
The lovely neighbours are home from Greece, and shocked at MasterB’s injuries. He enjoyed the attention, and it added a little excitement to his day.
I am wondering about putting a cotton sleeve over his leg and giving him some chaperoned time tomorrow afternoon. He is still holding his paw up, so I shouldn’t like him to be out on his own. Also, I don’t want to risk him rolling in something and introducing an infection. But I do think it would be nice for him to have a change of scenery from the flat’s interior. And I can see from the way he’s behaving that it won’t be long before he’s going to wreck the place if he doesn’t get out soon.