Day three: Better spirits, but not very mobile. Listen to the purr!
For breakfast, he was kind of, “Meowmie, I can’t figure out this cone thing when my hips hurt. Will you hold me on your lap and hold the dish for me so I can get at the food?” From what I understand, I’m not supposed to do that; I’m supposed to make him get up so he uses his legs. I did it anyway. The Onsior hadn’t had a chance to kick in, and I can ask him to walk around after it does.
Also, yeah, I don’t really refuse him anything.