This little guy is doing better every day. He and I enjoy play and bonding time after his meals and this morning he fell asleep in my arms. One minute he was batting at my fingers and the next, he was in dreamland. I spread a towel on the bathroom floor this morning so he would have a soft spot on whch to move and play, but instead of enjoying his freedom, he seemed frightened. He hid behind the wastebasket until I coaxed him to come to me. In order to make him feel more secure, I wrapped him in a soft washcloth, washed his face and head with a warm wet cloth, and cradled him like the sweet baby he is. Am I spoiling him? I should hope so!