A few days ago, I came upon Zelda and Daisy lounging on the side porch steps. Notice anything interesting?
Daisy has an appointment for spaying on April 3. She’s been taking after her mother and been reluctant to be handled, so I’m going to begin trying to catch her next Sunday morning to make sure I have the best chance of having her corraled for Monday morning’s trip to the clinic.
Nick will lean in toward being petted for a few seconds before realizing he’s not supposed to like it and backing out of the pet.
Here he is acting like pretending to be a cute kitty before he may or may not use his razor sharp claws to grab my hand. We’re still working on “No claws!”. He’s at the age where, if he were in an inside cat, he’d be attacking toes through the blankets at night.