Breakthrough

[tinhuviel]

After taking a nap under one of the end tables, Motley approached me of her own volition. She came up to the couch and placed her little front paws on the edge, looked up at me, and squeaked. When I picked her up, she started vibrating like a little motor and curled up in my lap. Since that time she has come up to my hand instead of running every time I blinked my eyes.

Honestly, I didn't think this would happen so quickly. It's like something just clicked in that little brain of hers and now she's digging me. She's still iffy with Aunt Tudi but only because I've handled her more over the past few days. Aunt Tudi has a trigger thumb at the mo which prevents her from handling Motley for any length of time. With time, this will change. I'm more confident about Motley's conversion now than I was just two hours ago.

Oh, while she was lying on me, she pooted. I heard this ever-so-slight "piffle," then was overcome with an odour that could surely be marketed as a weapon of mass destruction. My sense of smell isn't that good right now, thanks to the tracking ball in my head, but I could smell that. It burned away my Will to live.

Tomorrow she'll come out of the pen for good.

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