Meanwhile, Gayle wound up with a two-day-old kitten, now a couple of week old, so I've had to become one of her two mommies. Among other things, new kittens can't pee or poop by themselves. Mommy has to lick their soft parts to make that happen. Not my tongue, dear readers, but hot water on my hand and then I have to simulate this maternal action in the morning. So I get to be thrilled like any mommy when baby pees, and still more when she poops. I do not receive thanks for this service, only vigorous protest, because, doubtless, I'm not nearly as good at it as mommy was.
She now looks somewhat less like a little rat, and a bit more like a kitten. Both eyes are now open, and she is starting to prick up her ears.