Good morning, y’all. We had a bit of a scare this morning, because we couldn’t find Pippin. She was curled up on a shelf over the toilet, sleeping in a pile of wigs. Why? you might ask? Because Podrick has figured out how to get on the bed. He wasn’t anywhere in the living room when I woke up. I figured he was under the bed, sleeping on a spare quilt. Imagine my surprise when I walked by the bedroom door and spied a pint-sized pair of ears peeking over the top of Pippin’s nest on our bed. The secure perimeter has been breached. Olympus has fallen.
At the very least, this means I can go back to sleeping in the bed.
Pippin is improving every day. She’s coming out for longer. While she’s not sitting with us yet, she’s not going up onto the cabinets to hide all the time. They’ve gotten pretty close to each other. Pod wants to get right up in her business because curiosity doesn’t require brain cells. Pippin hasn’t learned that she could swat him right back to the farm if she wanted. I spent some time holding her and quietly talking to her, slow-walking my way from the kitchen to the living room, soothing her like she was a babysitting job. After 5 minutes, I had her on the carpet, holding her while she stared at Podrick.
We’re skipping the weekly dinner at Shady Acres, as we’re not quite comfortable leaving these two unsupervised just yet. Shawshank‘s going to make us brunch, I’m going to do some dishes.
