A pet shop
I no longer have a lounge; I have a pet shop.
My lounge is now dominated by three cages:
- The Manor with the toyboys (left)
- The folding cage with Phineas (centre)
- The ferplast with Thomas (right)
The playgym is temporarily in my bedroom. It used to be where Thomas’s cage now is.
So, both Phineas & Thomas, after quarantine & staggered introduction, were wheeled in to be with the toyboys.
What a loud welcome Cagney & Bezukhov gave them, though I think most of that was for the return of Cagney’s shadow, the inimitable Phineas!
So, the plan was to keep Thomas in his cage for a little while to let him acclimatise to his new surroundings, the new room occupants & our routine. I would let the others out so they could make their introductions to our new boy.
Phineas was the first to say hello & was followed quickly by Cagney. Interestingly, but not surprisingly, Bezukhov was conspicuous by his absence. He held back in meeting Thomas. He let Phineas & Cagney inspect the new boy whilst he stayed in the Manor, minding his own business.
The following day however, Bezukhov did go over to Thomas but unlike the others who were very upfront, he did not really show great interest in Thomas himself but in his seed bell that he could eat through the cage bars. This turned out to be cunning plan. Thomas chose to eat the seed bell with him. I suspect this quiet & more low-key approach was a more rewarding bonding moment that all the fuss & furore that Cagney & Phineas were creating…