If you don't know the answer to that question consider yourself blessed.
We are still in the PICU because there has been no room for us in IMC. We are told that today might be the day. I am certainly hoping so. Not because I love the floor so much but because Rambo is more able to move around and play when he is there. As is the way it should be. I'm just getting a wee bit tired of the holding pattern.
There really isn't a lot to report. Theodore has, for the most part, been a pleasure. His monitors, on the other hand, have been famously annoying; beeping with every bounce and turn. Poor Ben got to go home to a flea infestation and what appeared to be a wild cat exhibit. Which is why cats are bad pets. The second you leave they go ferrell in the name of revenge because they are prissy little beings. It only took Ben about four days of constant bombing and vacuuming and washing to finally be able to walk through the house without a barrage of fleas attacking him. Have I said how much I hate cats? But on the bright side all the cats are dead and their bodies are strung up outside as a warning to all.
Here's a few pictures of Rambo over the past few days. Yes, he is the cutest thing ever.