The trouble is, yesterday I reassured the vet that Rufus wouldn't bother the spot on his foot. Or maybe it was because he heard me talking about the surgery. For whatever reason, Rufus decided he should try to chew the spot off his paw. I walked in on him standing over a bloody spot on the carpet. Nice. After I panicked a tiny bit, I called the vet and they thought the best thing to do for now was to put the cone on his head and a sock on his foot, and keep an eye on it. He'd better get used to the cone, he'll probably be wearing it until October.