The buns were very good for Thanksgiving. For that I am thankful. We brought them downstairs for dinner for the first time since this summer. We used to take Charlie downstairs every other week, but Bella didn’t really seem to like it there. You can’t take one without the other, so no living room for the buns.
Bella was fine with it though, perhaps after having been away for so long. We had a fence blocking the dining room at first, but after I gave Charlie a taste of mom’s cranberry sauce, they were both clambering to get in. Eventually they both settled down and rested- in different places. Bringing them up was easier too. We used the sneaky method and just took them up and down in their litter boxes.
Still need to finish clipping Charlie’s nails, but that can wait another few days…
My brother made a interesting observation, if you want to find Bella, just look wherever Charlie is looking. He can’t help but keep his eyes glued to her. He’s such a sweet little brother. Whenever she’s doing something he knows she’s not supposed to be, he’ll stand a few feet away like a little lookout. But if a human comes over he’s very quick to protest, “It wasn’t me! It was Bella!”
OMG As of this morning, Bella has been behind the toilet 4 times, into my brother’s room 3, and completely ripped a box (that was meant to keep Charlie from going under the bed) out. I think the cooler weather is giving her more energy. I wish it worked like that for me!
Boy was Bella on a tear yesterday. After thoroughly ripping up the carpet underneath my window & chewing the ribbon around my CD rack in half, she proceeded to go behind the toilet and rip at what carpet there is in there. That’s bad enough now, but as a result she knocked the convector cover off. Now we’re gonna need a gate in front of the bathroom. Should we start charging and entrance fee to repair damages? hehe
I couldn’t find Charlie after dinner and he turned up where he usually does: under mom’s bed. I was calling him for several minutes and even had a bag of carrots waiting for him. I really wish he wouldn’t do that; I’m so worried that he’ll get stuck or something. I suppose he feels safe under there but I’m gonna plug it up soon.
Apparently Bella doesn’t like yelling. Today she thumped when mom got into a heated discussion, and she’s done it before. They’re so in tune with what we humans are doing and feeling.
We switched the clocks today (oh joy) and the buns are adjusting pretty well to the feeding times. Better than their humans in some cases…