Yesterday, wee Wylla turned seven months. She's growing, but so slowly. She weighs just three pounds and four ounces, so she's still half of what she should be for her age. Though she's not growing much bigger, she's looking older.
Her condition hasn't changed, we're still dealing with her Mega Esophagus, but I think we're getting better at managing it, and so is she. She's able to keep most of her meals down, but has an occasional bad day. She still eats standing up, but we hold her upright afterwards much, much less.
Because she weighs no more than a feather, it's quite easy for Wylla to jump high, and get into all sorts of trouble. We're trying our best to discourage this behavior, but so far, it's not really working. She's a very determined kitten on a mission to get into things.
With the help of Photoshop, these portraits below could easily be made into mugshots. Should the naughtiness levels increase, I may just do that.