Today I brought Ginny some canned food, per usual. These last few days she's come out running to eat it before I even finished opening the can, bringing her less than 2 inches from my hands. Of course, when she realizes this, she recoils and hisses when I start putting food in the dish.
As I opened the can, she came running. But today was different. As soon as she got within 4 inches of the can, Ginny began hissing, waving her right front paw and backed up.
"What is your problem?" I asked her.
"Hisssssss," she answered. "Rewwwrrrrr."
I shook my head at her. I looked at the can. "Roasted Chicken." Then it occurred to me: the little freeloader doesn't like chicken! Every time I've fed her, it's been with a fish-based meal.
"Well, excuse me," I said to Ginny, while getting up off the floor. "I didn't realize we were so picky now."
I gave the canned chicken to the rest of the vultures and then returned to Ginny with a can of "Minced Salmon." Sure enough, the second I opened it she had her face practically in the dish. As soon as I finished scooping it onto the plate, she began gobbling it while growling at me.
"Gee, your welcome," I said.
In Toby news, he's getting BIG. And his eyes are opening!!
While Ginny ate and growled, I talked softly to Toby. He sat in the above position, slowly blinking his partially opened eyes and his ear twitching each time I spoke.
I just want to hold him, I miss the little guy. Of course, Ginny won't let me get any closer than 5 feet away without lunging at me. But I suspect he'll be walking on his own within the next week or so. Hopefully he'll come to me when I call to him and bribe him with treats.