Leigh is healthy, very alert, and still kind of ugly.
Fletcher is riding a constant roller-coaster of emotions, sending Sara and I into alternating bouts of frustration and affection.
Here's the photographic evidence.
Leigh's first bath...
When he's finished holding her, he just kind of pushes her off his lap...
Sara and I must remain on our toes.
I took Fletch to the Austin Zoo one day to give Sara and Leigh a break. Aside from feeding various goats and llamas, the highlight for Fletcher was the property's resident tabby-cat...
we must have followed that thing around for hours...
as I asked "You know there are tigers and lions here, too, right?"
One of the sweet times.
She's lost much of her hair, and it looks like her eyes are going to be brown like mine and Fletch's. No Sorrels-blue, sadly.
One of her first little smiles -
though at this point they say all facial expressions are just reflexes in response to gas.
Our chubby little bunny.
