Marshall just wants to cuddle Ms Kitty. And lick her and sniff her and step on her and chase her and basically ruin her life. But he loves her. I can relate to Ms Kitty.
Yesterday was big: Marshall jumped on the bed (unassisted) and slept through the entire night. Plus he didn't even puke which I didn't chronicle the last time he threw up at 3am and Bill got to clean it off of the walls. Yuck and P.U.!
Last night I took a major step forward: I rode on the bike trainer. It's been over two years since my bike has been attached to one of those gadgets because I was a slacker. I'm back on track though and my quads are feeling very fatigued over this new situation. I hope it doesn't take another two years before I get back on the trainer. Just planning to run today and will probably make Marshall some beds tonight out of leftover fleece since we are going out of town without him (wahhhh!)