G. (I'm not calling him by his full name for fear he may not be able to stay) ate this morning! With gusto, I might add.
Bad news is, he's still hissing at Orson. I may just start squirting him with the water bottle when he does this. D did it, and said it stopped G. in mid-hiss, but it didn't upset him. I just don't want a household where the cats barely tolerate each other's presence.
Only time will tell, I suppose.