This went on for quite some time. Harris is our "middle child" but he is also the baby.
Let's interrupt this cleansing ritual to consider a photo of Harris at 12 days old, taken by either his wonderful foster mom in Connecticut or our friend Robin of Kitten Associates, where we adopted him:
I don't think Harris hasn't changed that much in four years.
Now, where were we? Left ear . . . .
"Who said you could stop?"