It’s good to have stuffie friends when you don’t have siblings. They don’t go “Ouch!” as much as people do.
Harley has met a lot of people this weekend. She went with me to work yesterday, terribly unhappy about being restrained in a box or in my arms. She met a nice mom & son on BART, who were thrilled that her full name is “Harley Quinn”, as in a Batman character. The woman’s brother wants to adopt her. He knows it will be from Berkeley Humane in a month or a little more.
At work, she was pretty happy. And going home, we got a ride, which, halfway home, she decided was okay.
Today we went to a foster orientation meeting, to demonstrate feeding a kitten. She did a good job both at the bottle and eating food. When she got restless in my arms, she accepted being passed around, with maybe 30 people getting to hold her.
Another milestone for her is that she uses the litterbox pretty much on her own (sometimes I suggest it by putting her in one). She’s in charge of her own butt now, which suits her fine, and suits me fine too.
Tomorrow, it’s BART to work again–it’s walnut harvesting season and I work on programs monitoring and adjusting the drying and storing of walnuts. Much of it I can do from home, but sometimes handwaving discussions are better in person, or hands-on for special equipment is needed.