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Petsitting

I'll apologize in advance for the poor quality of these photos -- none of the subjects wanted to sit still for their pic. While Kat is off being a scientist I'm pet-sitting her two birds and two rats for her. You might recognize the white bird in the back of the cage; that's the one that I used to play with on my desk. She's forgotten me, and she's very unfriendly now, too, so no more desk visits.

On the other hand Kat's male cockatiel happens to be pretty friendly, which is nice. He and I are quickly becoming good pals.

The two rats are senior citizens, and very skittish. One allows me to pet him; the other shies away from me. Transferring them to a holding cage so I can clean their big cage is a bit challenging, but so far we've had no mishaps.

We're ready to bring a new dog into the family, but we're having trouble finding any in our area that are suitable for us. We won't buy from a puppy store, and all of the local reputable breeders we know and trust have either retired or have long waiting lists, so we're probably not going to get a purebred. In hopes of finding a rescue my guy and I have been going to animal shelters and adoption events, but the pups are always taken before we can get there; often within a few minutes of being made available. We'll keep trying.

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nightsmusic said…
I'm sorry about the cockatiel. It's odd that it would forget you, but it happens. I'm so surprised to see the rats are still going strong! They're lifespan is usually so short. I love them as pets, but it's so hard to lose them.

All of our dobes but two have been rescued and one of those that weren't, was a gift to Thing 1 from her boss when she graduated college. Hang in there. The right one will come along. :)
June 12, 2021 at 4:36 PM
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