Signs of Life

The kitty continues to confound me, but yesterday he drank a whole bunch of water from his kitty bowl. His third eyelid has receeded, and I got my very first cat kiss when I got home from work. For those of you unacquainted: it's when a cat rubs his whiskers across your cheek.

By tomorrow morning, I will announce "Big Boy"'s new moniker so I won't have to go through the embarassment of taking him to the vet without having named him.