Sprocket has finally calmed down. This afternoon he was a purry little sleepyhead. This is after a night of literally jumping off the walls. The highlight was when he landed on my face, dripping wet, while I was trying to sleep. Apparently he tried to go swimming in his water bowl. I wonder if he somehow got hold of my coffee bean stash?
I picked up all his toys from the floor, but of course he turned everything remaining into a toy, especially the blankets, but I’m hoping blankets provide a more gentle form of exercise. He does grip hold of them and kick them with his leg(s), which is not ideal for wound healing.