Right now, Rhubarb is the happiest kitty in the house.
He had his stitches removed Wednesday, and the Cone o’ Shame came off too. He indulged in a mild frenzy of grooming, catching up on two week’s worth of missed washing, and since then he’s split his time between snoring on his favorite stair and hogging the heat vent under the Christmas tree.
Sachiko, however, is probably the most annoyed feline in the joint.
We figured that it would be safest for Rhubarb to travel to the vet’s office in our largest carrier, so he’d be able to move around with the collar. The last time we used that carrier was to take Rufus to the vet, and then we put in the garage. That being the case, we thought it would be a good idea to put it inside the house so Rhubarb could investigate it and get used to the scent.
He sniffed it briefly, gave a dismissive toss of his head, and knocked it on its side before walking off.
At which point, Sachiko came to investigate. More precisely, she claimed it as her latest den.
She was not at all amused when we dumped her out of it, loaded Big Brudder Rhubarb, and carried it away.
Worse yet, when we brought Rhubarb back, her den vanished back into the garage!
Forty-eight hours later, she’s still poking around the bedroom looking for it.
At least we know what to get her for Christmas–and it won’t cost a cent!