There is drinking, there is eating, there is pooing. All is well :)
He's still mewling when he doesn't have anybody in his line of sight, but that's getting better. He's so cute. This morning, he was attacking the bedsheets – or rather, the bits that were hanging off the edge of the bed. I had him on my lap the whole time I was talking to Tia, drinking my coffee.
Happiness is a purring kitten on your lap.