Toby's still sore enough that he doesn't like hopping up on the furniture.
He just walked over to our easy chair and looked like he was going to go for it.
He got one front paw up on it, then sighed and put it back down.
Then he rested his chin on the chair and just stared at it longingly.
I'm a good mama, so I gave him a boost. He licked my hand in thanks. He's so damn pathetic it melts my cold, lifeless heart.