Smoker groomed her kitten

Ok. I can tell you that Doug would look at the title of this post and immediately assume that Smoker was grooming the Brat, sometimes jokingly called Bob. From the minute we brought him home, Smoker adopted the Brat as her kitten and continues to treat him that way to this day. Well, I was sitting right where I am now: on the bed facing the computer, except, at the particular moment to which I am referring, I had Jericho in my lap, and I was nursing him while typing. (You don't believe me, do you.) Smoker sat next to me and started licking Jericho's head, just like she would groom the Brat, and grooming she was. I had no idea how much saliva was involved in the process until I saw Jericho's full head of hair become as soaked as if I ran a wet sponge over his head. I think I need to give him a bath.

Oh, and I finally found what I did with Doug's birthday present. That is one of the reasons I am still awake. That and covering Gabriel with lotion since he woke up just a little bit ago practically in tears because he was itching. Doc says he has eczema. I'm trying to find the right lotion or whatever to provide him relief. I should stay awake and clean, but I think I'm going to get some sleep. If I don't, I won't be nice to my parents. The lack of sleep will catch up to me when they get here on Friday afternoon, not necessarily when Doug does on Thursday afternoon. So goodnight.