With the aid of an appetite enhancing drug, they got CW to eat a bit at the vet's this morning. He managed to keep it down for a few hours, so after a bit of a talk with the vet on call today we decided to let CW come home and see how he fares in more familiar surroundings.
Mr. Squirrel came by shortly afer we returned, when CW was firmly ensconsed atop the back of the loveseat, peering out the balcony door. I'd like to say that Mr. Squirrel was just paying a courtesy call, checking on CW's well-being, but apparently not. We finally discovered what the attraction is on the balcony for Mr. Squirrel, but more on that later.
Meanwhile, here's Mr. Squirrel, checking out CW (who really wasn't that interested in Mr. Squirrel in return). Clueless isn't really "right" yet, but it's still good to have him home.