I broke out the jars of treats from the holiday loot and offered them to the cats.

Vir turned his nose up at both varieties... and complained that he wasn't getting "the good stuff" like his sisters (who snarfed them up, and in Heidi's case pestered me for more).

Vir has been getting maintenance doses of steroids to ward off occasional asthma attacks. After taking the nasty pill without (much) fuss, he gets a kitty treat.

Heidi has learned to start hanging around and beg put on a subtle show of dignity and cuteness for these events in order to piggyback on the occasion. She looks terribly smug about her new trick, too.