Everyone else has gone to bed.
It was not the greatest day, really. William got ornery. Of course it was over electronics. We explained it to him again. At some point, I imagine that he'll figure out that he's not getting his way on this. It seemed to be okay by the time he headed upstairs to bed.
It's hard to tell if Tim is doing better. He's done with the steroids and they really wreaked havoc on him. He coughed more than usual today, and I watched this with a sinking feeling. He's exhausted. The medication kept him up at night, and he's been on it for a week. He headed upstairs not long after William. He was pretty tired.
I puttered around.
I went out to the kitchen to dish up Houdini's catfood. I always talk to him while I'm getting things ready. Normally, he watches me intently from his bed. I heat up his dinner for 10 seconds in the microwave to take the chill off, blabbing away, and that take it over to his eating place. He tolerates some petting, grants a loud purr. I shut off the light and leave the room, and at some point, he eats when the house is quiet and dark.
Tonight though, it was different. He got out of bed and came to where I was dishing up his dinner. He followed me over to the microwave. When I carried his little dish over to his feeding station, he walked along. At that point, I did look at him directly, and called him quietly. He stepped forward with a little questioning mew.
I didn't try to pet him, but it was awfully nice to see him moving about instead of hiding.