Audrey has been trying to be as gracious as possible about the fact Elvis has commandeered her favorite place in the apartment, aka the bathtub. A few mornings I have woken up to find her sleeping on the pillow outside the tub.
I have been trying to take Elvis out of the tub at least once a day, besides when I give him the IV, so he doesn't associate being out of the bathtub with being wrestled down and stuck with a needle. He usually makes a beeline right back to the bathroom, but the past two days he has agreed to snuggle with me for a few minutes before heading back. Yesterday, he even stopped for a brief snack on his way back to his bed.