Hmm. Don't know what more important: Watching Franky explore his surroundings and try to get into the smallest possible crawlspace? Or protecting the inside of my sofa from his claws (and, even more importantly, from his rear end ejections)?
It's been a quiet day today. They played, I played, we played together. Not always the same game, as they still don't have the best paw-eye coordination for controlling EVE Online.
Although they quite readily moved to the litter box when they had to, I'm not prepared yet to let them loose in the living room on their own. At least not, until Frankys diarrhea goes away. It's been worse over the last two days. Maybe a trip to the vet is in order.
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