So.
The neo nates are thriving. Fat and already getting fur. I cuddle them two or four times every day in order to socialize them to human contact.
The other little guy did well his first day, but yesterday afternoon, I could tell that all he really wanted to do was to go to sleep. And he did last night.
More bleak news is that the Cat Came Back. That beautiful, black, and feral feline was found in the live trap last night, which Sweetie had set near the front steps. Of course, Reeses and Milly were each caught first in it, gifting the contraption with a nice puss puss smell.
We gave that cat its opportunity to let bygones be bygones; you go your way and we will go ours. We took it miles away. Begone! Scat!
The cat will not be back a third time. It sucks.
But, hey! Look at these three Super Bunnies.
