......was a quiet, tranquil place. The barn critters went into the barn in quiet orderly fashion (with just one little hee-haw from Jenny, and a couple of pleasant grunts from Toonie), the dogs checked to see who had arrived but there was little barking, and except little Lola even the cats had me on ignore as they dozed in their assorted beds. Saint Copper the Incorrigible did get up to say hello, but didn't woodle - not even a single "woo". And while Phoebe pranced a little in the dogyard, even she refrained from a single bark! Whether it was their T-Touch experience today, the dusk, or the changing seasons, they were a calm, content bunch. Let's just hope it wasn't the lull before the storm. :)
I spent half an hour with Freddy - what a sweetheart that cat is! And perhaps it's my imagination, but I swear he is making significant progress. He valiantly wobble-stumbled around the room, used his litter box without help, and gobbled down his food like he'd not eaten in a month. I discovered that by holding him completely upright with his head firmly against my chest and the bowl in front of his chin, he manages to wolf down his food with no problem. We cuddled, we took a little walk around the house with him safely in my arms and looking with great interest at everything, and I left him rolling around in his bed with a soft toy between all four paws.
He is a beautiful glossy black fluffball with shiny eyes that speak volumes. If he follows me home, can I keep him?