And gets petted. Greykin started feeling better last night, and finally started taking a bottle (and aspirating a bit) and swallowing food from finger feeding. Today she’s been chowing down like I’ve been starving her and gone up from 320-some grams to 360. At one point, I thought she might eat tne tip of my thumb, but when I finally got free, she’d bruised but not punctured it.
Smudge continues to do well, except for trying to get me to place a litter box right in the doorway.
I did a second tier on the chair hammock. This one was really simple: a washcloth with strings sewn on.