Mort was chewing and licking at his bandages the past couple of days, so I went ahead and took him into the vet to get them looked at. The bandages are now off, and his hairless, surgically improved legs are now exposed to the world. Of course, losing two restrictive bandages isn't the end of it - now he gets a big pillow-collar thing to block him from ripping out the stitches. Also, I think he's going to become a piece of furniture in a nursing home, given the design of that thing.
The saddest part is watching him sit down - he's got such stiff joints from the bandages that he's not sure what to do or how to do it, but damn it all if he isn't going to try. In about two weeks, he can start going up and down stairs, which means that he can finally rejoin his peoples and get in the his bed. He's glorious.
