Milo made it back from the vet OK, just missing a couple bits here and there. :-) I am happy to report that he is as monstrous as ever.
He was extra nice the first day that he was home, so I even let him stay in the bedroom that night. Normally he bites my toes, so I generally have to kick him out. He was very nice this time, and there was no toe-biting. I figured he was on the road to recovery, though, when he brought at least six toys onto the bed at 6:00 a.m. and started wrestling with them. Out went the cat.
I thought I would give him another chance the next night, since he was really pretty good the night before. He lasted a whole 4 minutes before he silently snuck under the covers and took a large chunk out of my arch. Bastard! I actually had to get up to get a band-aid! I swear that he waits at the foot of the bed until I just fall alseep, and then "CHOMP!". What a craphead. Noneless, I'm glad to have him back - toe-biting and all.
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