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Arrowen's first day at home has come and gone. All went smoothly except her scaring us witless at 3:00am this morning when she was apoplectic with rage over her empty stomach. Well, I guess that was the cause, as she calmed down once about 20 ml had made it down the tube. She really can work herself into a state: beet red all over, muscles tight, lungs belting out her displeasure. Add on top of this a lot of saliva building in her mouth and not being swallowed and making phlegmatic clicking noises as she breathes in and out through its bubbles and you have a rather stressful scene.
On the lighter side we got to spend lots of quality cuddling time with her. No need for a stethoscope with this one as her hearbeat is quite distinctly audible with an ear to the chest. As she is a Year of the Rat baby we worked on the choreography to go along with our new song: Doing The Rat. All signs point to it being very big: the next Macarena or Hustle or, perhaps, Chicken Dance.