Such a sick puppy. She makes a little progress towards recovery, but then collapses in exhaustion for hours of troubled sleep. Fiona cries in her sleep — whimpers and twitches. So sad.
Too tired to move
Fiona’s Follies
In the solarium with Gabe
It’s exhausting being the new kid on the block, especially here on the hill where there is another doggie and four+ cats (if you count the wooden ones, the clay sculpture, the stuffed toy, the painting of a chat noir, plus those that appear behind you in the mirrors). All efforts to get Gabe up from his nap for a romp were unsuccessful, and Fiona is terribly dejected.
Cough is easing up, as antibiotics are doing their work. Lamb stew in small bowls about 8 times a day are slowly making Fi’s ribs disappear.
The living room is strewn with every toy that had long languished in the old basket from Mag’s puppy days — and even cat toys are taking a beating. Fi has patiently ripped all feathers off several catnip birdies and chewed them into something unrecognizable. She’s very organized! Carefully moving all of her toys around with her, from the living room down to the theatre area on the cowhide rug, and then back up again.
Patiently accepting
There are four black cats (five, counting this one) who abide here on the hill. Imagine Fiona’s frustration as she kept encountering them during her first hours here with us!
Little Caesar was very curious and ventured through the woods to greet Fi first, inching down the cypress mulch path and through the ivy for a good look. Their meeting became too “interactive” for CeeZee, who ultimately fled across the bridge and into the bedroom window.
Maxwell refused to be herded or frightened, but stalked away from Fi’s barking in a disgusted manner. Likewise, brother Harley.
Gabriel has been through many new aquisitions in his nearly thirteen years here, so a polite yawn was about all he could muster for Fi’s frantic barks.
All cats scattered for the night, leaving Mom to deal with Fi’s explorations during the dark hours. All, except one. And Fiona managed to corner this one in the bathroom about 2am, setting up a howl that would have done even ole Charlie (the DailyCoyote.net) proud.
Yep, my brave little watchdog cornered the holder for extra rolls of toilet papers.
