If I'm on the foot for too long it hurts, badly. Like, I can't go grocery shopping without the ridey carts at the store. And once it starts hurting it doesn't stop for hours, so.... I dunno.

Scotty spent two weeks in the cone of shame, but he's fine. He's still mad at me because I gave him a bath once he was out of the cone, to help him clean himself up.

The bed is now semi-fixed. Once the estate is settled (OMG WHEN WILL IT END) I can buy a new one.