Anyway, Domino is fine. In fact, more than fine. After months of slowly getting her acclimated to the upstairs (though why she needed acclimating remains a mystery), last week she finally figured out that (a) the bed would not bite her and (b) there were people there all night! Now, she not only comes up to bed every night, she actually scoots up early in the evening, almost as if she can hardly wait for us to show up. We’ll see how long this lasts.
Today’s picture, of course, is Inkblot trying to fit himself into a tiny box of cat food cans that I bought yesterday. As you can see, he eventually gave up.