Here is a picture of Beeba, my sweet boy. His mom, Spot, died shortly after I rescued them from living in the big machines that were re doing our road 2 years ago.
When I first saw him, he was trotting down the road behind his mom. I hollered to my DH that she had the baby with her. All I could make out were 4 white feet because the rest of him blended in with the brush at the side of the road. He was so scared, he wouldn't even look at you.
After many nights laying on the floor with them in their room, he started to come around. Spot, was quicker to tame down. What a sweet gal she was.
His fur is so sleek and soft, you can hardly feel it when you pet him. He is our bed buddy and is just precious to me.
He is also my struvite boy. But, that seems to be under control (knock on wood). He chirps when running around the house and loves the laser, or any twist ties he finds. I take them away. Loves laying on the back of the chair to see "his" birds on the feeder.
When I first saw him, he was trotting down the road behind his mom. I hollered to my DH that she had the baby with her. All I could make out were 4 white feet because the rest of him blended in with the brush at the side of the road. He was so scared, he wouldn't even look at you.
After many nights laying on the floor with them in their room, he started to come around. Spot, was quicker to tame down. What a sweet gal she was.
His fur is so sleek and soft, you can hardly feel it when you pet him. He is our bed buddy and is just precious to me.
He is also my struvite boy. But, that seems to be under control (knock on wood). He chirps when running around the house and loves the laser, or any twist ties he finds. I take them away. Loves laying on the back of the chair to see "his" birds on the feeder.