...and because I mentioned they were coming...pics of the kitty rescues and Cinder the Rabbit:
We rescued the kittens when they were 3-4 weeks old; now, they're anywhere from 7-8 weeks. They had three--count them, three--near death episodes, where we were frantic and sleep deprived; they were comatose or seizing right up until the time they sprang back to life [they'd go from unresponsive to roughhousing right before our eyes. Weird]. I have now since termed these episodes "going floppy". Now they're healthy and doing great. But, christ, I forgot what it was like trying to take care of extremely too-young critters.
Also, isn't cinder a handsome, although slightly demonic-looking, boy? He's our 8.5 yr old bun. He's also rediscovered the joy of chewing on cords. Yay. He destroyed my phone charger (thankfully unplugged).
Okay. Next time fert-y pictures. Promise.
(also? hughesnet kinda sucks. it's expensive, but it sucks).