They’re sleeping in.
Fox continues to improve. Stripe might need his meds adjusted or different meds, because in the past few days he’s really started to slow down and his insulinoma’s been bothering him more and more. It’s hard to remember, because he’s so fat and fluffy and generally a pretty happy guy, that he’s the sicker one.
Still, they’re both six, they’re starting to get up there. Grumpy Old Men, both of them. After I took this picture Fox lifted his head and glared at me, like, “Lady. Can you not see we’re trying to get some shut-eye here?”