Scruffy continues to do better and better, and is now willing (though not thrilled) to be picked up from his lair between the bookcases (he lost his cardboard box lair because he ate it, which explains the radio-opaque spots in his intestines on X-ray). The expression on his face and the attitude and tone of his body all suggest that being picked up is something that he resigns himself to, rather than enjoys, but he's no longer bolting, or trying to squirm free at any cost. It has been several days since he clawed me, though I have picked him up at least once a day since the end of last week.
Of course, he still runs and hides if I come near him while he's out in the open, but his stints in his lair have become much shorter, often lasting less than a minute.
Hooray for Scruffy!
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