No more 2:30 AM trips to lay out food and service the cameras, and much else. It would have been very difficult for Gayle to have trusted in God to care for her if we had lost Squeak for good. This was a very big deal.
It turns out the baby is a he, not a she, whom we've named Squirt. Gayle weaned him, finally, although we give him lots of water from the bottle. The baby delighted us today by finally pooping, so no trip to the vet for another enema. Sometimes he walks on me now without using his claws.