Licky is curled up in my arms purring this very minute, so it would
appear that I'm forgiven for chasing him around, shoving him into a
carrier, and taking him to That Place. He seems better, and has had
no more diarrhea episodes, nor have I seen him standing in the litter
box as though he's trying to pee.

And he scarfs down his meds happily - hidden deep in Pill Pockets! (The
greatest invention ever.)

Meanwhile, Everett came out to play in the whole apartment earlier, and
Roxy and Licky got pretty silly themselves. Roxy got the zoomies, and
seemed to enjoy chasing Everett. And then he'd come too close and she'd
hiss and bap him, so she's not completely thrilled about him. Still, it
seemed pretty peaceful among the three of them. Licky is totally
unperturbed by him. His attitude seems to be, "Cool. Another chap. Hi,
dude."

Of course, You Know Who is not in the house at the moment, but I'm
sure she would be quite hostile if confronted with yet another intruder
on her territory. She's very sociable with humans, but does not like
other cats.

Joyce