We collected Mr Tom, and Monkey [who is going to learn a new name; I am not going to yell an insulting name longer than I have to, she's going to be Polly-Wolly-Doodle to go with Kelly's nickname Kelly-welly-doodle] from Heathrow, more journey for the poor babies. Tom was not happy.
We brought them into the house in the crate to get used to people.
as you can see there was some interest in them, and they stayed curled up together all night. However when I opened the cage to clean out the mayhem of how the litter tray contents had transferred into their water and food bowls, out strolled Mr Tom followed by Polly. So as they seemed to be getting on well with introducing themselves we put the cage down.
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| "Hey! No fair, I can't get out of the bottom!" |
it was a scorcher so we had the window open into the run, and Polly gave us a scare by disappearing, she turned out to be under the old palet we have in there for helping the less able ones to climb in and out.
Then Mr Tom figured out the catflap and disappeared from the study. There was no way he could get out so we didn't worry, and he turned up having found our bedroom. He's playing least in sight at the moment, he had a very traumatic journey. Polly spent most of yesterday evening on my lap and is now assessing things from Saffron's old favourite place, the cupboard under the stairs. Tom was eating dry food over night, and Polly comes for food. They are not impressed because they are having to make do on a mix of Animonda and Felix because the 3 days delivery of Grau promise should have arrived on Friday and I'm not pleased with Zooplus over this.
