Nysse lost his little sock, and then another one, and then aggressively licked his toe wound to the point that he undid all the healing of the last few days. So now Eric sewed a little leather booty for him, which we can tie on more securely than the socks.

He yowls at it, and tries to shake it off, and attacks the closest cardboard box to let his frustration out, but then accepts it. Still, it’s got to be better than wearing a plastic cone, I think.

For a while at least he’ll have to stay indoors as well, until we see how reliable the boot solution is. He would much rather be watching the birds out there rather than in here.