His Imperial Kittenness' stitches are out. And he behaved very well at the vet's office, only kicking a little once, on the belly stitches (which were whip stitches, not so nice to pull out as the separated stitches). Vet was nice, though, and kept the extra line clipped to a minimum so it wouldn't hurt so bad. He needs to go back in about two weeks for his shots (we've been waiting until he's been healed/well to do them, because shots do make the animals sick for several days sometimes). However, I'm pretty sure he's equating "outside" to "vet visit" because his worst behavior for the entire episode was when I picked him up and started heading to the back door to take him. He freaked out, as bad as if one of the dogs had just barked at him. I actually had to crate him on the drive over, Christine sat in the back seat with him. After his stitches were out, he crawled into my arms and refused to be budged until we'd made it home and I got out to get the gate. (He wasn't happy about being more-or-less forcibly handed to Christine, either, when she took him.) Then I brought him back into the house, and it still took him a few minutes to return to more-or-less his normal behavior. I think he was scared he was going to be left there again. However, he finally ate, and has now forgiven me again.

The vet was very pleased with how well the wounds had healed up, and he seems to think that the belly thing is now just potbelliness, from eating so much. (He was also pleased with how well he behaved, and I agree. Stitches hurt like a b*tch to get taken out.) And the vet weighed him, too, at my request (we have to start the second set of worming tonight). He now weighs 5 pounds, 4 ounces. (!!) The only statistics we could find online indicate that the weight at 12-14 weeks should be doubled to get an approximate adult weight. And he's a day shy of 12 weeks. So at least a 10 pound cat ... and when you consider our other two are ~6.5-8 pounds ... he's going to be quite a bit bigger than either of them. And once he gets used to not having the stitches in, mom thinks he's going to be even more energetic and playful.

And my entire response to her comment on that was "Meep!".

The double funeral for my sleep and life will be scheduled when I find the energy and time between his demands to play to do so ...