Peace has broken out. I don’t know why. I don’t understand. I’m not going to question why, but peace has broken out. Feel the love guys, feel the love.
Since Fergus has been ill, she and George are tolerating each other much better. It has even gone so far as to reach the giddy heights of nose sniffing each morning, which is not then followed by either hissing or swiping. There has been passing in the hallway without incident. There has been snoozing on the SAME COUCH at the SAME TIME. I have photographic evidence. I think it might be because Fergus isn’t wearing a jingly jangly collar, so that takes the fun out of stalking her.
In addition, George continues to tolerate Flo’s nasal-olfactory-investigations on a daily basis. His ears have never been cleaner.
Fergus and Flo are almost besties. Almost.
I feel as though we’ve had a sneaky peak at what multi-species households should be like. Who knows if it will last. Perhaps they’re just teasing me.
We haven’t been to the v-e-t’s for just over a week. So Flo’s skin has broken out big-time.