the crud is definitely on its way out, but still lingering in the nose.
the consistent diet of wet food is helping vincent put some meat on his scrawny bones. he sleeps inside all the time now, though he doesn't like boxes -- right now his favourite place is under the futon couch. mangy-cat, who now is officially "melancholy bear", "bear" for short, has migrated from right next to the door to the space where the work bench will be once i put it together, and is curling up on a black piece of fleece; invisible.
since all the outdoor cats are now eating dry food inside, i'm no longer leaving dry food outside. the racoons are not well pleased, and have taken to dragging off the small plates on which i feed vincent and bear wet food outside, and breaking them. i guess i'll have to figure out how to feed all 8 inside at the same time; *ack*, or get some bowls the coons can't break, even if they'll still drag them off. i'm hoping that they'll depart once they realize they just is no more food to be had here.
i'm feeling a little guilty over no longer feeding them.