 Had to take Goldie to the vet last week. She had a smell coming from her ears and one of them looked reddish inside. She had ear mites and a bacterial infection that she probably got from scratching at her ears. The others don't show signs of mites. Yet. Am sure hoping that they don't get them. It gets expensive taking them to the vet. This is Goldie. Look how beautiful she is. Funny thing is, that is not her tail. It's Cheyenne's who is lying on her back sleeping.
Tonight just might be release night for the older three depending on if rain comes in again or not. I've seen all three of them pacing back and forth along the edges of the cage for several weeks now. They are four months and two weeks old. Typically, they are released between four and five months old when they are showing signs of needing to be out. Like my three are. Marge sniffs heavily and threateningly at me sometimes when I come into the cage and doesn't like to be handled more than thirty seconds. Which is good. That shows that she's where she should be in her development.
Luckily, I got Marge back in the cage after about an hour. As soon as I tried to get near her, she'd scamper up the tree again or far back in the bushes. So, I sat on the yard swing and read a book until she decided to investigate the open door of her cage. As soon as she went back in there, I was up and shut the door on her scampering ass. I was so relieved. I was afraid that she'd go far off and then I couldn't release her where I wanted to, somewhere safer (hopefully it is). Then I realized that I had to go back in there and open the second door so she could go in and join her siblings, and eat if she needed to. Back in the cage I went and Marge didn't like that one bit. She growled at me and lunged for my feet. I yelled at her and she backed off. Never so quickly have I gotten that second door open and as soon as I did she dashed for the innner chambers. She'll be tamed down again after being in the cage for the rest of the afternoon. And then it will be sweet release time. Post note: No releases tonight. Rain looked threatening all evening and it came pouring in at 8:15. |
Cheyenne, who is aka the Wild Child, has taken to nipping even more and being more rambunctious on me. She tears up one side and down the other on my body given the chance. And believe me, she has plenty of chances. If she's fallen off of me, usually hanging on my face on the way down, she'll nip at my legs constantly while she's trying to find a way to get up on me again. Back up on me again, she vigorously shakes my ponytail holder off and then clenches my hair with her claws and tries to bite my head. Between the time they wake up till five minutes later, they are all sweethearts. Then the franticness begins. I took this picture of Cheyenne who had just wakened up. She didn't like the camera.
Marge managed to escape earlier this morning due to a carelessness on my part. I left the front cage door open. I was preoccupied with Sheila and Midge. Sheila wasn't feeling well. This is a picture of her lying listlessly on top the cat carrier. Usually, she's the first one to greet me as I'm coming in. I noticed some a green-colored smear of diarrhea on the patio chair that sits in there. I'm thinking it was from Midge because she had a smell about her anus and hind quarters like diarrhea. Her feet and nose felt awfully cold when I touched them. If she's not well, then I can't release her with the other two.