Poor Stanley is still not feeling well. He had started to eat for me, the hamburger and rice were the winner, then threw up Sunday morning and has not been interested in food or water since. He did eat a tiny bit this morning and drink some water.
The laundry basket is a great bed for him. I can move him from room to room and not disturb him. With a fluffy blankie in the bottom, wrapped in a pee pad, he is nice and comfy and dry (along with his belly band).
The one photo is rather yellow, as I turned off the camera flash. It seemed to be bothering his cataracts.