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clocketpatchJust when I think they're making progress, Twelve figures out how to open the safe room door. Cue much hissing and scratching and clumps of fur everywhere. Thank god I was home. The door is now secured with a chair and some string, but Tucker is hissing at it on one side while Twelve hurls himself at the other. This is... I don't even know, but if it doesn't end Twelve is going to have to go back to the shelter tomorrow for his own safety and my sanity, because Tuck is angry and Twelve doesn't seem to understand that hissing means back off. Argh.
He's such a lovely cat too. Very playful, snuggly, and too smart for his own gppd. Him and Tuck would be so great together if they'd stop trying to kill each other.
I feel bad at putting Twelve through this ordeal, but I also see that three cats have been adopted from the shelter while I've had him, which means that there is space for him now and he won't be on death row when I return him.
He's such a lovely cat too. Very playful, snuggly, and too smart for his own gppd. Him and Tuck would be so great together if they'd stop trying to kill each other.
I feel bad at putting Twelve through this ordeal, but I also see that three cats have been adopted from the shelter while I've had him, which means that there is space for him now and he won't be on death row when I return him.