Rufus’s face, shortly after me explaining to him that the mattress is not in fact there for him to dig a massive hole into
So this little chap is just dying to get out of the spare room. He rushes to the door (or is already waiting behind it) and if I don’t have a hand free to move him away, he will dig at my socks and nip my ankles as I’m trying to get in, to get me to move out of the way so he can see the wonders of the world beyond.
As my adopted girls (Kiki and Gigi) are now so chill about having 2 little imposters in the house, I decided to let Lady and Rufus have a little run in the hallway for a short time whilst the girls were asleep in the other room.
The following morning as I was getting ready for work I heard a huge commotion in the lounge and Kiki was aggressively chasing Gigi, there was fur flying and I immediately felt terrible. This was the exact sort of thing I had been worried about by fostering and with the best intentions for Rufus and Lady, I had brought a lot of confusion into Kiki and Gigi’s relationship.
Poor G had been bitten, but didn’t look too bad, so I applied some iodine and kept an eye on her. She was bouncing around, eating fine until the following evening, when she started turning down food at around 10pm. I checked her bite and it looked super sore, so took her to the vet straight away (thank goodness for 24 hour vets here)
We returned a few hours later with pain killers, antibiotics and gut stimulants and I had a long night checking on her every hour to make sure she was eating something.
She’s on the mend and very lively this morning, but obviously hating her meds.
Kiki still chases her a little, which concerns and saddens me. They generally spend a lot of time snuggling though, so I really hope it’s a temporary thing
Safe to say that it’s a lesson learned and little Ru will need to stay in the spare room for a little longer until we find him a lovely big home to run around.