Thanks to their Ponazuril regimens, all of the Eels seem to be leaving their diarrhea-dealing days behind. It’s been over 24 hours now since we've discovered any renegade puddles of poop, and what we’re finding in the box seems to be gaining structure and tubularity. Pretty soon it’ll be like, totally tubular, dude. And less of that gnarly yellow. We’ve always associated Ponzuril with deworming, but maybe it’s time to consider it as a general-purpose parasite killer.

It’s no surprise that when their diarrhea diminishes, kittens start gaining weight fast. Especially when they eat like the Eels. This crowd has little use for dry food (even Vera, who hasn’t tried to poop in it since we replaced the dish with a coffee mug), but tears into canned food like a pack of starving wolves. Ella usually goes airborne as I lower the communal dinner dish and sometimes does a four-paw splash-down right in the middle of it. The torties hit the dish like piranhas, and even Milo does his best to look ravenous.

After dinner comes a little romping around the playground, followed by that always-popular half-hour of the day we used to call “reading in bed”. You’d think we were reading cat-and-mouse stories out loud, because all the Eels jockey for a good listening spot as soon as we pull back the covers.

Our bedside tables are prime real estate. Martha’s had a nasty cold this week, so that means the Eels have to share hers with a Kleenex box.

Milo powns that Kleenex box.

I’m reading a new novel by Leif Enger, but Milo says “whatever”. My chest is just a good spot to watch Martha from.

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