He looks so deep in thought here. But his thoughts really aren’t that deep.

He is back to the same old cat he was before the operation. That is, I once more wake to find him sitting on my chest, batting my head. He can even jump up onto the desk to bite my hands while I type.

Here he is in his best friend Basket. He spends much time here, napping and gnawing.

This one is blurry, sorry. But it does show how the stumpy bit looks in action.

I am looking forward to when all the hair has grown back, but it is already quite inoffensive. All in all, i would say he hasn’t noticed his leg has gone.

He coughed up his first fur-ball the other day. That was some gross shit. Seeing as the fur-ball contained two golden twisty ties, he is now totally grounded from playing with golden twisty ties.

He cries a lot.