We finally have a name for the kitten, Oliver. Oliver finally came out from under my bed yesterday when I got home from work, after I laid on the floor staring at him for like ten minutes. Since then, I don't think he has returned to under the bed and is very active. He "slept" with me last night, but this really entailed walking all over me and leaving claw marks on my back and chest. I don't think he's eaten or used his litter box, which does worry me some. We have a vet visit next Monday.
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