|Workin' Hard or Hardly Workin'?|
|Too. Many. Feathers.|
I had noticed, as I was cleaning up after her, that there were little bits of orange flecks in her mess. Seen and I turned into detectives. There was no orange bits in her food or her treats or any of the myriad of safe toys lying about the shack. Then I remembered, the orange feather on the end of her feather on a stick toy. I dragged it out of it's "safe" spot in the closet and sure enough, little bits were missing.
|Time for a nap!|
She is on a bland diet, which she is hating, for a few days and will be fine. She hasn't tossed her lunch since Saturday, so I've been catching up on my rest. I've also had a heart to heart chat with her about trying to be sick during regular business hours going forward, because the human lady needs her sleep. Not sure she's paying attention, she's been busy looking for her missing feather toy.