Nysse is recovering well. Cone time is over, the wound has healed, and we’re done with two of the three meds, all of which makes everyday life a bit easier. On the other hand, he’s got more energy and less patience with being confined. He’s as slippery as an eel with claws when he wants to get out of my hands. Hence the harness – to give us something to hold on to when he tries to give us the slip.