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Lennie Milestone: On my finger!

Some of my recent posts have been about milestones Moriarty has achieved as he settles in. But milestones do not need to be about the young or those in new, developing situations, they can also apply to the old, or those in well-established routines.

Take Lennie, for example.  From some point early on (post-quarantine days) he decided he needed to be wary of me.  He will always give me a wide berth – sometimes very wide!  His only slight exception will be if millet is involved.  Ordinarily, this would be a great training tool but since Lennie is very overweight, I decided it best not to encourage more millet-eating just so I could get near him.

So, you can imagine my surprise when, on the 1st of May, he voluntarily landed on my finger!

Alas, it was not a new-found acceptance of me but a need to not miss anything with Perry & Moriarty!

Lennie

 

Perry & Moriarty were on my hand, in front of Moriarty’s cage, flirting & running up & down my arm.  My other hand was beside them (between them & the cage).  Their flirting intensified & Lennie made his way over to the top of Moriarty’s cage to investigate.  I could see he desperately wanted to join Perry & Moriarty but was holding back as they were on me!  Nevertheless, I kept my free hand out, positioned where he could easily fly down to it, thinking he will never come, but he wanted to join in the fun so much that he actually flew down onto my finger!  He was not there long as he realised pretty quickly that this was an out-of-the-ordinary event & he did not want me to get the wrong impression!

Still, it was a nice feeling & nice to know that even when habits & routines are well-established, an occasional leap into unknown territory is possible!

Lennie

 

Medication & the Ferplast

Manor with cover that I stand underneath

Manor with cover that I stand underneath

With the manor, I had a routine established regarding giving Bezukhov his every-other-morning medication.  Though the cage is big, the large front door allows me access to all areas.  To stop Bezukhov escaping out that big door, I wrap a sheet around myself & the cage.  Once he is safely contained in my hands, I duck under the sheet, into the light, to administer medication (or more to the point try to administer medication).

Bezukhov would then be returned to the manor where he could take his time to recover.

Since Bezukhov has been sleeping overnight in the Ferplast, things have been tricky.  The Ferplast has some good points but sadly the cage is not designed for catching Bezukhov.  It has two small doors on the front, that only one hand/arm can fit.  If I position my left arm in the left door & my right arm in the right door, I still do not have access to all areas of the cage.  For example, if Bezukhov is at the far left, I am unable to bend my left arm around, which means I have to use my right arm but as it is in the right door, it does not fully reach the left side of the cage.  [Are you keeping up?!]   The alternative is to put the most suitable arm in the appropriate door (left or right) during the chase, but this carries the risk of leaving the unused door open for Bezukhov to cunningly escape through.

Even when I am lucky enough to grab Bezukhov, I then need the other hand to contain him, otherwise he wriggles free in no time.  In summary, a stressful job got even more stressful.

I don't want any medicine!!

I don’t want any medicine!!

 

So, can I somehow get Bezukhov to sleep overnight in the Manor, particularly the night before medication-morning?  Well, if he was to go in there at a convenient time in the evening & I lock him in, he gets stressed being on his own.  He rarely goes near the Manor in the evening though as he now eats his bedtime seed in the Ferplast.  Phineas generally does not consider sleeping overnight in the Manor & why would he?  He has a perfectly comfortable set up in the Ferplast.  And do not forget that apart from when Thomas was around, he has been sleeping on his own so is used to it.

So, for the time being we are muddling along…

 

 

Sitting Target

Well I wasn’t sitting…… but I was a target.

There I was, routinely cleaning the bottom of the manor, bent over at their main door, concentrating on what I was doing, when I felt a soft, warm thud on my arm…….

Yes, Atilla had gone onto the landing platform overhead & very kindly pooped onto my arm.

Thank you dear.

Could have been worse…. could have been in my hair.