So, all was well last night without any incident...with Cleo in charge, of course.
To play it safe, I let Tiger eat in the room this morning.
He ate his normal amount and took all his medicines without so much as a fuss.
Then, I spotted Cow and Tiger lounging at the Clubhouse.
That's nice, I suppose, as long as Cow does not suddenly become crazy again.
Yesterday, the vet quipped that it must have something to do with the names I've given them. "Cow" and "Bunny" are both docile animals, so these two have to prove their feline worth. Maybe if I'd given them names like "Shark" or "T-Rex", they wouldn't have to prove themselves now and might be docile...like Tiger!
It's all in the name, folks. Give careful thought when you next choose a name for a cat, dog or hamster!
But never fear, Cleo is here and near.
Now, Cleo is one who has lived up to her name (Cleopatra). But truth be told, I wasn't even thinking of Cleopatra when I named her. I was thinking of Cleo the Goldfish in Pinocchio! (because of her calico spots, being colourful).
Eventually, the meek shall inherit the earth, eh?
Our female felines don't get into trouble or silly fights.
Or, as Mr Miyagi says: Julie-san, fighting not good. But if must fight... WIN.
Meanwhile, Bunny has shown good improvement on his balding problem.
I'm not sure what it is: Diet change OR the Revolution spot-on.
But whatever it is, it is working.
He has stopped balding further and his fur is growing back.
Peek-a-boo and Happy New Year, everyone!!