Oooh... spooky

Woke up this morning to the sound of claws scrabbling at my bed.

Turns out the damn sheltie managed somehow (only he knows, 'cuz I couldn't figure it out) to get himself wedged underneath the bed, and couldn't get out. Had to reach in and pin him down on his side, then pull him out by his nose and toes because he wouldn't fit right side up.

Hurrah!!

Dain's brain has started working again! Last night he started playing with scraps of paper on the floor. Doesn't sound like much, but that's the first "kitteny" thing he's done since I brought him home.
Today, he started eating. Canned dog food is a total hit, he's eating like a little piglet.
I am extremely happy about this, as it means there's a much much much higher chance of his becoming a mostly-functional cat that can be adopted out, as opposed to either being euthanatized or tube-fed forever.

*happydance*