DAY SIX...


Tonight I came home and saw Sultan enjoying his own private throne on a separate couch we have.  I watched him faithfully wash his back paw and then realized HE'S WASHING HIS BACK PAW --- NO BANDAGE CAST!  Donna had left a note that the little guy had yanked off his long tight and seemingly-secure bandage -- and half of the fur on his upper leg with it -- leaving it on the stairs where he could make a political statement about "freedom".  So she replaced it with a new one but he yanked that off immediately, saying, "LADY --- the days of this bandage being on my leg are OVER." 

He seemed so proud of himself.  He is now both feeling better and getting less shy about the house.  He's exploring, checking out the house, and becoming a bit more demanding - in other words, more like his old self. 

As he looks to fit in, he is now enjoying his thirty-fourth sleeping location around our home, making it a challenge to know what to cover or where to clean up his shedding fur next.   Hope he picks one soon!