A box is just a box to us but to a kitten it is a whole world. Patches has been in a rowdy mood since his surgery. Getting even with us, maybe?
He claimed this box first thing this morning.
Princess thought it looked like a good place to be.
Hey! That's mine. Get out.
Then Fiesty thought it was a good , if cramped , spot.
OK. It's mine, I tell you. Star Wars was nothing compared to the Box Wars.
Jonathan waited for breakfast, but ate alone.
So did Dobbin. They ate dinner together, however.
When Jim fills the big stock tank in the upper turnout, he sits in the cool, breezy spot and watches the tank fill.
He had a lot of company today.
When animals come to Home At Last we want them to come to us by their choice, not by force. We remove their halters and let them be free. We know then when they come to us it's their choice. They trust us.
Dobbin has no trouble asking for pets.
Zoe and Love are waiting patiently for their turn.
Dobbin will put his head in your lap. I think he'd sit in your lap if he thought he'd fit. I know he'd come into the house if we let him.
Jim loves his donkeys (and horses and mules and dogs and cats and goats and calves and chickens).
They love him, too.
What more can I say?
Jonathan prefers his trailer. He's never too far away, but he hasn't had the gentle past that Dobbin had. Sometimes he likes neck rubs, but mostly he likes to scratch his own itches.
See him under there?
The blog will end with another survivor.
Tomorrow is volunteer day. Hurray!!!!
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