I got word last night that this finally happened:
River, if you don’t remember, was here for a couple of weeks in July for a break from the cage at Petsmart. I was on vacation and Fred was okay with a single foster who didn’t need anything other than feeding, love, and attention (in other words, didn’t need any kind of medicating or litterbox supervision). She went back to Petsmart when I got home, and her people finally came along last night.
When the SwimBugs (very very briefly) met Dennis.
They got a little too much in his space when he was trying to check out their food, so he smacked in their general direction (didn’t make contact, but it probably didn’t help that I gasped loudly when he did it).
Altogether, he was probably in their room for about three minutes. I did get some video (which I’ll share toward the bottom of this post). He hasn’t asked to go into their room again; I imagine he’ll wait until they’re a bit older and maybe not so scary.
Video of the SwimBugs meeting Uncle Dennis.
2014: “That not nice, lady. NOT NICE AT ALL.”
2013: “Talk to the PAW, mister!”
2012: No entry.
2011: “You give me back my brudder, lady.”
2010: Coltrane, coming over for some petting. And a wandering chicken. Neither of them seems terribly impressed by the other.
2009: Maybe Bill just thought I didn’t have enough to worry about? and 2009, part 2: Ike
2008: Your het does not scare me. AT ALL.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: I was worried it might mess up his digestive system, but I can report that I saw it in the litter box.