So much for Cheeky's indoctrination in the Daddy's Ministry of Truth. I had her for three and a half hours last night, and in the course of 30 minutes she pooped, took a bath, and fell asleep. I'll have to postpone Ludovico treatment for another date. The good news is that it was a wicked-simple babysitting assignment. By the time Claud got home I had beat up a crack-dealer and escaped the cops by ducking into a barber shop on Grand Theft Auto, and even put away some laundry.
We had a major breakthrough last night, too. After Cheeky checked out at 7, she basically slept until 6 AM. HUGE!! Right at 12 weeks and 1 day, too. That didn't keep her from making dying goat noises in her sleep, which had Claud bounding out of bed every hour, but at least she wasn't at risk from head trauma while I nodded off to sleep while feeding her at 3 AM. That also doesn't mean she won't be calling the other velociraptors all night tonight, but it's a promising start. Now I just need to anesthetize Claud so she can sleep through the grunting without her matriarchal instincts kicking in and we'll be set.
By the way, is anyone more excited than me about the new Wallace & Gromit movie? AWESOME!!