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Originally Posted by Baz
Hope Dobby is still doing well, Bugs. Kudos to you for your care.
Here's one of Tucker from tonight. He and Banjo were my gardening companions for a couple hours.....
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Hi-ya Baz,
Thanks for asking about the Dobbster. Yeah, all is good in the cat hood.
We sequestered him in the upstairs bath for an entire week until there were a few solid days after I removed the drains. It turns out that was a wise move. The morning I let him out, he promptly strolled, or more like sashayed to the lower property and took a cat dirt bath. The little toad was more brown that grey n white from rolling.[emoji849]
That would have been really good on his open surgical wounds. Anyway, the Mrs and I really wished he was more social than he is. While healing, we had a couple of those accordion baby gates stacked just so the youngins and he could see and smell each other. The two boys wanted to play with him soooooo bad, it was cute to watch. Hamish would lay on his side and poke his front paws through the mesh reaching out to him. Adam would lay up against the grate and roll on his back, exposing his tummy. They even started bringing up all their toys and laying them next to the grate.
Dobby just stared at them.................
He is such a butthead[emoji849]
Since he had his arse handed to him by whatever, I sealed up his access point and we let him out in the morning and he is waiting by the door at night. I think he got the hint and likes the security of the enclosed area. We are in a hill so there is plenty of room under the house. That’s where my work shop is since we don’t have a garage.
Morning(whenever I get up from working graves) ritual of lobbing their toys. If we don’t pick them up at night, they walk around at wee hours mewing with them in their mouths.
Diggin the pic of Tuck, very regal looking hansom boy.
Cheers
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