There will likely be no more still shots of Glenwood, or they'll just be accidents. For every 273 photos I take, maybe two are less than completely blurry. This kitten is on the move (here, in the tub). She's feeling great, getting closer and closer to managing her escape from the bathroom, and growing fur back everywhere. Her off-and-on wheezy breathing and scratching continue, so Saturday's vet visit is welcome, as usual.
On another note, one of my brothers (who shall remain nameless) once cleaned a toaster oven to death. I share this because of the demise of my dustpan. I swept it to death over the last six weeks.
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