Toddy was sitting in the middle of the steps leading into the kitchen yesterday, which is nothing unusual. Pick the most inconvenient spot in the house to be and that's where Toddy will be. While I was in another room, L. started frantically yelling for me to come to the steps.
"Toddy is fighting with something furry mom!"
It seems a squirrel had somehow found his way into the house (probably through the basement door that was left open most of last weekend while Fino moved his various tools into the shed).
Although we don't think Toddy actually injured the squirrel, he certainly scared it into hiding. Fino did a quick search of the basement last night without finding it. Now Chion, our other cat who loves to hunt (he's always killing and leaving dead stuff outside the front door), has been commisioned to find the squirrel. Well, basically we locked him in the basement in hopes he'll find the intruder and take care of it for us.
As for Toddy, he's standing guard on the steps - his new favorite spot - protecting the family.
Good times at the homestead.
The latest news on the Lucky Lucy the chicken is that she's getting physical therapy twice a day for her broken leg. That means we carry her out of the coop and encourage her to stand and walk around a bit. She's standing on her own now.
But her lack of movement has made her kind of smelly (well more than usual). So the girls attempted to give her a little misting shower with the hose in hopes of cleaning her back feathers a bit.
Amazing what a little motivation to get away from a bath will do for a chicken.
Here it is in live action: Lucky Lucy on the move
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