This is Rosencrantz. He is five months old.
He has been running around the house like a madman since we brought him home 18 hours ago. He has jumped in my lap, over-consumed water and regurgitated it on the floor, and made a hilarious failed attempt at jumping up to the table. He occasionally overestimates the traction of the wood floor and I hear him skittling across the hall and into the wall. He checks in with me at my desk every hour or so.
This is Guildenstern. He is eight months old.
He has been hiding under the couch since we brought him home.
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