Harrison continues to respond well to his meds, although his cold is not entirely gone. There were a few sneezes today, including one that spilled kitty boogers out. Poor thing.
After that, though, he was standing by the trackball and I stared rolling the ball around. He made a few hesitant swats at it, and after a minute more was dancing over it smacking the ball and stopping it with authority.
He did wear down rapidly, thought.
Rhea looks good, but still has a little angry red at the margins of the eye so she still needs her drops. I left Anna’s door open and found Rhea in there at the base of the bookshelf.
Anna was on top, of the top shelf, like this. She wasn’t too agitated. Oddly, she has been showing more interest on things outside the room. I carried her out into my bathroom for a little bit and rather than run straight back she poked around a while. The night before she sat on the sofa looking down the hall at Davout and Rhea without too much angst, until Rhea moved up a yard or so.
When I came up for pictures she was still up there.
A welcoming face rub…
Then she thought she heard something down the hall. Note the tail swishing. If she would just relax she could reach an understanding with Rhea, I’m sure.
Everything is a bit crooked and out of line in this picture. No symmetry here.