I got an update on Buster recently – you may remember that he went to live with a friend of mine from work and her three year old niece. Well, it seems that after a bit of a shaky beginning there, he has settled in quite nicely, and though he still has to warm up to the little girl, he’s taken up being the clingy, over-affectionate creature he once was.
Despite my instructions, my friend has taken to feeding him a couple to few times a day, including a mix of wet and dry foods. She then comes to work and remarks with incredulity about how much he eats… “he’ll eat until you stop feeding him!” I laugh, but I think it’s good to hear that h’s gotten his appetite back; the shock of the move was a bit stressing on him, I take it.
Evidently, though, he’s become quite useful around the house: I’ve heard stories on a couple of occasions now about how he’s caught and subdued bats during the night, to be rewarded with little bits of bacon in the morning. Also, it seems that he’s begun sleeping at nights in the bathtub, and just before he goes to sleep, he walks over to the drain and pulls out all the hair in the trap with his paw.
Why couldn’t he have been useful when he lived with me? Instead of simply jumping out the window and hiding dead moths in my piles of clean laundry…