Dmitri is getting knit into the family now. I wanted to take a picture of my plesiosaur now that he has a little shape and Dmitri decided that it either needed to be played with or posed with. He was doing a little worse for a while, when he refused to eat anything with potassium in it (and he was offered nothing without it), but now he’s on a once-a-day 1/4 tsp dose, and we only put it in really wonderful things such as clam juice, salmon juice, or chicken broth. He turns it down, but when left alone in a room with it, he eats it.
Dmitri and Nora can share a people bed, especially if the sun is shining on it. Commie is still disgruntled about him being anywhere. And Snuggle projected such an air of her omega-cat-ness (as opposed to alpha) that he chased her, even though he can’t run yet.