Mowgli's been doing ok around strangers. He doesn't get close, but he generally doesn't flee the room anymore. Dad was visiting the other day, and it was probably about an hour before he noticed Mowgli. He only noticed the Mowg-ster when the little ball of orange fluff was chasing Zelda around. (Nevermind that I'd fed Mowg some treats right in front of my dad while he was on the phone. )

And the little shrimp is on parole again, though that might not last. I didn't serve them breakfast right away this morning and he squatted down on the floor in retaliation, but I spooked him with shouts of "no" before he could do anything. He still keeps using my towels if I forget to pick them up out of the bathroom floor, which is annoying but just as much my fault as his. But at least there haven't been any more incidents on the bed!