And apparently, she did. Holt is adopted now.
Terry got adopted at the end of his first adoption day. Holt is back with me for the night. He was very excited to see me, trying to push his way through the bars. He may be looking for Terry some of the time, but he’s the more adventurous, independent one, so I think he’ll be fine. I hope Terry has a full-time lap and jacket snuggle-space.
Terry really likes being inside whatever jacket I’m wearing and being all warm and snug. Once he gets on my lap, he now “knocks” on my jacket if it is zipped or buttoned shut.
The boys continue to entertain and be entertained. No new milestones, other than Holt trying to fly out the door when I lowered the barricade when I was exiting.
The vet decided to give Holt’s eye another week before trying for adoption. Plus Holt still does heavy breathing during play–no sneezing or wheezing but a little disconcerting.
Last night Holt learned from Terry how to work his way up on the other chair.
Our other excitement last night was Home Cat Commie bringing in a live rat and losing it upstairs. Bob and Sam finally got it chased out to the front deck and we’ve not seen it since. Never let a cat in who is yowling with their mouth full. Bob thought she was sick or in dire straits.