day two

...or three, or two point five, depending upon how you look at it.

EAT THE FOOD

It's a standoff, the cats and I have going... they spent last night plaintively mewing/yowling/ passively showing their bellies and I compromised by mixing bits of untainted food in with the pill-laced stuff. As of this morning they had eaten at most one third of it.

I compromised when I found Leo eating tufts of his own hair from under the furniture, and that Teeny had eaten a string off my pajama pants. I am not sure if I can make it another evening; might have to formulate a new plan tonight if they don't give in soon.