Podrick is going a little crazy this morning. He’s attacking two wrapping paper rolls and running around. Pippin is on top of the fridge, watching him. I think he’s decided we’re ok. I spent another night out on the couch with him. When we went to bed at 11pm, he was going crazy, running around the living room and getting into things. Run around, eat a charging cable. Run around, climb the pirate chest. Run around, get onto the end table. I gave up supervising and went to sleep. Pod wasn’t up on the couch with me when I woke up a couple of hours later. When I woke up again at 5:30am, he was settled in the curve between my neck and shoulder, happily purring.
Pippin isn’t having a nice morning. Pod is curious about her, and she’s starving for attention from us so she’s out of the bedroom today. She started coming out a bit more yesterday afternoon. She’s just as curious as he is, but she’s also terrified of this fast-moving, sentient dust bunny. I put her table out by the door, and she has plenty of places out of his reach. If we put her dish up on top of the fridge, she’ll eat.
He’s doing fine with the litter box, aside from having a little trouble getting in and out because of his short legs. He takes forever to actually go. He’ll dig his hole and squat, but he hasn’t quite mastered the perfect hole, and doesn’t like the edge of the hole to touch him. There’s a lot of trial and error involved until we hear him give out a couple of panicked meows, then he’ll finally poo. I can’t complain, he reliably does it all in the box. Shawshank found a poo on the floor this morning, but he thinks Podrick’s enthusiastic covering method kicked it out.
Shawshank has work today, so the critter and I will be alone. I’m going to fire up TikTok and stream with the little fellow.
