Dear Bob,
I wish we could find a good place for you. I selfishly want you in my own house. But unfortunately my cats Charlie and Jack do not. Charlie attacks you if he gets the chance and you try to attack Jack to establish a pecking order. We've been trying since July, but none of you are really getting along. I hate having to lock you up when you are inside with us.
I'm afraid to send you to someone else. I'm afraid you'll go outside and try to return to your outside home.
I don't know how to make your life good, Bob. I hope we figure it out, soon - for your sake.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Bob loves me. Charlie hates Bob
Bob has been coming in and out a lot this week. We kept him in Friday night. We had to lock him up to keep him safe from Charlie.
On Saturday morning, I was getting ready to leave to do some errands. I wanted to let Bob out, but Charlie was wanting a fight. Bob retreated upstairs, and I followed. Charlie snuck after us.
Bob was afraid he would be locked in his room and hid under the bed in Mavericks room. He avoided me. I finally chased him out from under the bed. Charlie appeared at the bedroom door and hissed. Bob ran back under the bed. I slammed the door in Charlie's face, then he charged the door. I coaxed and coaxed and finally, Bob let me pull him out from under it.
I whisked him downstairs and opened the door. He sauntered outside and up into the bushes.
Charlie was relieved.
I thought I saw Bob waiting for breakfast when I got up for a pit stop. I decided to sleep in. So 45 minutes later when I finally went out Bob wasn't there.
Tonight, it started to rain pretty hard. I turned on the light and called for Bob. I waited and listened for him to answer, but I didn't see or hear him. A few minutes later, Charlie was nervously scratching at the door. There was Bob. I brought him in. He ate while I combed burrs out of his fur. I left him to rest while I finished making some cards in the basement.
Later I played with him while putting clothes away. I had to go downstairs to turn off lights. Charlie was sitting on a sweater that was air-drying on top of the drier. Honestly, I think Charlie was thinking he'd ambush Bob if he came in to use the box.
How will we ever manage these two in the same house? Winter will be here before we know it.
On Saturday morning, I was getting ready to leave to do some errands. I wanted to let Bob out, but Charlie was wanting a fight. Bob retreated upstairs, and I followed. Charlie snuck after us.
Bob was afraid he would be locked in his room and hid under the bed in Mavericks room. He avoided me. I finally chased him out from under the bed. Charlie appeared at the bedroom door and hissed. Bob ran back under the bed. I slammed the door in Charlie's face, then he charged the door. I coaxed and coaxed and finally, Bob let me pull him out from under it.
I whisked him downstairs and opened the door. He sauntered outside and up into the bushes.
Charlie was relieved.
I thought I saw Bob waiting for breakfast when I got up for a pit stop. I decided to sleep in. So 45 minutes later when I finally went out Bob wasn't there.
Tonight, it started to rain pretty hard. I turned on the light and called for Bob. I waited and listened for him to answer, but I didn't see or hear him. A few minutes later, Charlie was nervously scratching at the door. There was Bob. I brought him in. He ate while I combed burrs out of his fur. I left him to rest while I finished making some cards in the basement.
Later I played with him while putting clothes away. I had to go downstairs to turn off lights. Charlie was sitting on a sweater that was air-drying on top of the drier. Honestly, I think Charlie was thinking he'd ambush Bob if he came in to use the box.
How will we ever manage these two in the same house? Winter will be here before we know it.
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