Well, maybe just a few love nips. But mum wants to keep a watch on my foot, which means she needs to pick me up & handle my paws. To say that I am not at all fond of being picked up is an understatement. But I am tolerating her as I know she wants to check on my paw. I don't like being picked up at all, even when I feel good.
I have no idea of what mum boughted for me. Not my birthday but I thinks she buys stuff that she thinks I will like and saves it for later. Then as she calls it 'rotates the toys'. So stuff that I have played with and gotten bored with go away. Then something new appears. When I get bored with that, the other stuff comes out again.
Mum says my paw is getting better. Mum thinks I am doing less of NOT putting my paw down. So she takes it that means it is feeling better. Plus she founded a picture of me walking on the stove top, even though she has all of this stuff on it to try to keep me off. I am gently working my way through the obstacle course.
Kukka, mum didn't mean to hurt me when she pushed my paw hard. But she wanted to see just how much pressure it would take before I reacted. And it tooked a lot to make me react, which means that my sore is not bad.
That nice blankie that you saw yesterday is on mum's bed. It is huge for that box. But mum says she will keep her eye out for a smaller version for me and my box. Here is the nice blankie all smoothed out with the bear. We all sleep together very well.