As requested. Not a lot, 'cause we haven't really wanted to put the camera in their faces too much, but:


Jason & "Squeaky"
Say it with me: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

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-- Jason has taken to calling Squeaky "Lez Miz" based on zir piteous crying at night. I was up with zir at 4am this morning. S/he ate more wet food and still cried.
-- Vet appt on Monday.
-- Squeaky is now eating some wet food but still has NO interest in water or dry food.
-- Though S/he did fall into the water bowl yesterday, then promptly ran to the litter. S/he got her first sink bath because the little toesies were caked in litter. Did pretty well with that, actually.
-- They are both now using the litterbox, and I have seen poopies from both. Hallelujah.
-- They are both also climbing up on the bed with me. They stay a cautious distance away, but I think this is a good sign. Also, Squeaky climbed over me while I was laying down and seems really interested in my laptop.
-- We've been giving them good snorglin's right before bed. Last night they both fell asleep in our hands.

So, I finally watched the Glee pilot that everybody has been creaming themselves over.

Stamp of approval. I'll watch it when it airs in the fall. I especially liked the end. Also, it was kind of like a mini-flashback to BSA minus the cliquishness.

Hee.

Squeaky is now eating dry food and drinking water.

But, as nature likes to balance things out, Oliver has started to fart. A lot. And holy LORD, it's like straight-up sulfur coming out of the little bastard's backside. I know it's just a teeny kitty body body adjusting to a diet that's not all liquids, but damn. And Squeaky? Still living up to the nickname. How long is the crying phase supposed to last?