Norman's Vet Visit & Clearance

Today was Norman's vet checkup after his surgery. It went super fast and easy since he's been shedding and all the stitches fell off on their own.

Norman let me know -- without a doubt-- that, nothing personal, he hates my guts. :O Ha! Silly boy. His feet are a mess but they are a healing mess. There is still one toe tip that might fall off and he's lost a couple toe nails on his own.

Because he's been so grumpy with me lately, we are going to move him to Joe's house (Joe of the "Kreature is my best friend now and comes on command and is potty training really easily and taps my ankle so I can rub his belly & jowls" house). Norman was raised from a baby by a man and only tolerated the guy's girlfriend.

I'm guessing that Norman (like Kreature) will ADORE Joe. Let's be honest, I adore Joe too! Really! He's my rescue brother. Am I a bit bitter that Kreature is a puppy dog for him when he was a total brat/toad/stinker to me? . . . . . Maybe. But I'm getting over it! ;) Ha!

Joe will continue to make sure shed doesn't build back up on Norman's feet (I'm picturing Norman holding out each hand to Joe while reclining on his chest and purring!) and he'll be fine.

Mostly I'm teasing. I do roll my eyes as I see all the adorable pictures of Kreature with Joe and then look down at the brown spot on my bedroom floor carpet where Kreature pooped. Yep. It's okay. Because Pepper (a bearded dragon) LOVES me and didn't like Joe.

Ugh! Of course!

Blaze, the sick savvy from the fire, hates my guts. He hates me looking at him. He hates me touching him. He hates me tube-feeding him. He will not eat on his own. He hisses. He puffs up. He whips his tail at me. 

In an effort to make him happier, I sent him to be with my rescue sister who has the healthy one. 

Within 4 hours, I get a pic of Blaze eating. 

Then an hour after that, I get a pic of him 

chilling with Marybeth. Uh huh. Of course. 

Today he ate again without hissing or puffing up or fighting. 

Yep. 

Savvys hate me. Babies hate me. Good thing I don't take it personally. Good thing I have my rescue siblings to take the ones who hate me. 

An Angel.... of course

Guess who, within moments of being in her new home, was opening her mouth (by herself) and eating worms (by herself) and drinking (by herself)?

Yup. Miss Prissy Pants, diva prima donna.

See how she's not cowering in fear? See how she's not puffed up or hissing?

Look at how brilliant she is by drinking from a water bottle (that she hated at my house)!

I am laughing & groaning at the same time. She is just showing all of us that she truly is home now.