OMFB, I have to be quicker with the cam, like not keeping it in a drawer. I was sitting in the reading chair and had just fetched Blake down from his cage (when he wants to be picked up, he forgets how to elevator down the bars to the stand but paces helpless on the top of his cage, so you have to get up to get him instead of just reaching) when he started scratching his head and jaw so much he gave himself the yawns. He yawned for about three minutes straight, with RDC and me just staring at him in wonder at his adorability. We did not drool, but nearly. Blake was actually tired too, not just reflex yawning, and he wanted to tuck his head but he can't yawn from the tuck. So after every yawn he'd turn his head a little more into the tuck, but face more forward for the yawns, and if I ever manage to catch video of that instead of still photographs, I will strap every one I know into a chair à la Alex until they admit that my buddy is the cutest ever possible yawner.
I really shouldn't've read Card's introduction first. I generally don't read an academic introduction first, because it's criticism and by an editor or critic, not the author. But this was an author and not academic, so I did. If I hadn't already known from his postings on the net and articles about him that he's a Mormon bigot and a poser, the introduction would have clued me. He's also an ostentatious jackass, attacking ad hominem those foolish enough not to like his book.
It's a good story, though Card surfaces not 20 pages in when Ender uses the boys' homophobia to manipulate his social standing in their little Lord of the Flies setup.
I interrupted my reading to open Moonshadow to say that the bits with Valentine and Peter as Demosthenes and Locke are pretty funny in the context of a conversation I had with Trish just the other night, as I chatted with her instead of starting the book, about Pinky and the Brain. "What we do every night, Pinky."