Teddy and Seamus are now home.
At least we think Seamus is home. He's in hiding most of the time, except when his Aunt (Hubs's sister, who's visiting to help us out) is near his hidey hole. He and Rigatoni have hissed at each other a few times.
Teddy is not allowed to run or jump for the next few weeks to a month, so the internal stitches can heal. So for now, he's in a very large cage in the living room. So large that we've had to shove furniture out of the way so it could fit.
Max and Marie have been banished to the master bedroom when supervised interaction is not possible. (No, I don't know why Max and Marie have to be closed off. But that's the way Hubs wants it, and Hubs is in Commanding Mode right now.)
We're also alternating nights sleeping on the living room couch so one of us can be near Teddy all night. (Hubs's Command again.) Hubs took the couch last night, which meant I got to share the bedroom with Max and Marie. So Max chose me to wake up at an obscenely early hour with demands for breakfast.
Meanwhile, Teddy is on cyclosporine (immune suppressant) every 12 hours for the rest of his life. That's every 12 hours, and not twice a day. On the other hand, he's getting fewer meds now than he was a month ago. And will only be seeing the vet once a week instead of every day.