Last evening was fairly uneventful--I played a bit with Jacques and tried to snuggle with the cat, chatted a bit online with My Honey, watched some TV. A nice relaxing evening with my happy, wonderful pets. Yeah, right.
Anyway, Jacques went to bed very well and I was smart enough to set the alarm clock for 1:30am at which time we got up and he did a pee (no accidents!) and then we went back to bed. He slept through to 7 again and then right away did another pee and poop on his pad (yay!) while I got Jax fed and the coffee on for me. Unfortunately, the poop was, well, "loose" shall we say. I was a tad bit dismayed but he seemed to be feeling fine so I didn't worry about it. I did start worrying when he refused to eat--he had some water but he wouldn't touch his food. I left it with him for about 15 minutes and then gave up.
After that I decided to let him roam the living room a bit--he'd already peed and pooped and since he hadn't eaten anything I figured we were safe for a little while. Jacques frolicked and took off with Jax's toys while I snapped a few pics (head on over to my photoblog for a peek) and Jax eyed us warily from the safety of the dining room which I had blocked of with a baby gate. At one point, however, Jax decided to take a closer look. Jacques of course took this as an invitation to play--not what Jax had in mind. Jacques playfully "barked" (I put this in quotes because his bark is so quiet and non-eardrum-piercing that I'm a little embarrassed to actually call it a bark) and sorta darted toward Jax. Well, Jax decided that was a little too close and gave Jacques a good swat with his (thankfully declawed) left paw. Evidently Jacques is a very smart little puppy because he correctly interpreted this bell-ringer as a sign the cat was not in the mood to play and he backed off post haste.
The rest of the morning was uneventful and at 12:30 (after unsuccessfully trying to entice Jacques to eat) he and I took a little trip to the vet for a quick look-see. After scoring a clean bill of health (and thoroughly charming the vet and her staff with his good manners and even better looks) we took a swing by the parking lot of my work-place (where he charmed a few of my co-workers and showed off his adorable new winter jacket) an finally arrived back home for a nap.
While Jacques dreamed his puppy dreams, Jax and I had some alone time on the couch. He's much more snuggly today and that makes me very happy. He's also not hissing at Jacques unless the dog intentionally comes toward him--before he would just hiss if the dog was in his vague general vicinity.
Jacques and I just spent some time playing on the floor and he (finally!) ate some dinner, but he's still having diarrhea issues which I hope will clear up by tomorrow. At least he's still pretty consistently going on his pad and doesn't appear to be sick. I'll set the alarm for 1:30 again and see how things go.
Here's a pic from Jacques first trip to the vet:
No shots of him in his new coat today--the weather was crappy and neither one of us wanted to hang around outside. Maybe tomorrow...