Squirrel is home. Poor little guy. I'm sure (I mean SURE)that he
thought that when he came home it would all be okay, that he'd be able
to eat again just like always. It's gonna take some doing..he has to go
back for another operation(to remove the wire that is currently holding
his lower jaw together) and then he's gonna have to learn to eat all
over again. Currently we have to feed him with a syringe. But it's
better than being dead, and it's certainly the choice HE made.
And the other kitties don't know what to make of it...the dumber
more forgetful ones don't remember him and are thus put out by this
interloper...his little sister YumYum growled and hissed at him the
first night, ran outside and wouldn't come back into the house until
next feeding time the evening after. She's not stupid, but she IS
jealous, you see...all through this she's been the little princess,
laying up on the bed and eating bon bons and being told how very very
special she is, and now, suddenly here's THIS guy getting all the
attention that should rightfully be hers.
So now we're not letting YumYum out until she adjusts and forms a working relationship with her bro.
Opie, the old yellow cat, is mellow as always about everything. I wish I knew his yogi. So that's what's up with Squirrel.