Remember Hootie? A present from a dear friend for my birthday. The one I may have promised I’d keep away from Bugs.
I turned my back on him for one moment and this happened.
I put the house through a sieve looking for body-parts (beak, wings, and the entire white belly). Vanished.
I could only conclude that Bugs ate them.
I waited for them to pass.
Two days ago, they – or maybe it was a portion of they – arrived. On the kitchen floor. (Front-end-loaded, in case you’re wondering.)
But really, I was truly grateful. Not on the duvet, not on the area rugs, not on the play mat – on the lino. I mean, the kid has an eye out for the housekeeping.
In case you’re wondering, I did not take a picture.
Now I’m asking: What kind of digestive system would hang on to that stuff for almost three weeks? I know about hairballs, but come on! Imagine the volume! How could anything get past that?
And there may be more to come. This morning he did not touch his breakfast. First time ever. And then around 2:00 this afternoon he got very chippy with me (no free-feeding here; two times a day and that’s it (except for treats) (and more treats)), when Teresa and I were trying to work with him, so I had to feed him right then and there and that was the end of our session.
Now he’s crashed out again so I get a chance to write this.
You can see from the pictures following, though, my hope that Bugs is as copacetic as he looks, and that Hootie truly has passed. We’re on vigil over here.