I took Ginger out for another walk, and "convinced" her to go to my elderly neighbor's house, where we visited and Ginger felt pretty comfortable. She was sitting next to me on the couch for quite awhile, while I munched on Christmas Cookies

Yum.
My neighbor does have a fondness for cats, and I hope she doesn't mind them on the couch...
I left the baby out and about and when we got home, he came out from the kitchen and I believe he was through the little hole that is at the bottom corner of the cabinets between the sink and the dishwasher. I don't want him hiding in there, so I put a crumpled up paper bag in the hole for now.
I did weigh him before I left and he is 3 pounds and 4 ounces.
Poor Ginger. She had a hairball on the carpet (that's where she always deposits them), but DBF put all litter boxes downstairs in the basement, and I had the basement door closed.
When I came home, the little one ran into the kitchen after me, like he was used to being fed, and so I opened a can of FF and put out two bowls, and they both looked at each other, and Ginger hissed.
I took Ginger's bowl (which had Kitten kibble in it) and put it in front of her, and the kitten went to his food, and they ate (looking at each other the whole time) about 7 feet apart.
I guess, I'll try to call the lady I talked to yesterday, about the diarrhea.
The baby has been drinking lots of water at least. I saw him drinking lots of water at the PetsMart and he still is. Puts his paws in it, sometimes.
I am boiling a ham bone to make pea soup, and he was looking up at the pan where the smell was coming from and seemed about the jump up there. I told him "no". I better go.. as the kitchen is unguarded..