I lay down in front of Chaz, who was in his new favourite spot perched on top of one of the couch cushions …
Chaz has been vomiting — food not bile — so I think he has a hairball issue. Especially given his over-grooming history. Hallelujah! He likes the hairball medicine I have. I can just put some on a plate and he snarfs it down. Finally, something went the easy way.
He also came and snuggled on me for the first time. Nice! He’s a sweet boy who, once he settled, likes to spend his time with me.
And he’s posted. It’s absolutely confirmed that he doesn’t like dogs. Bella came for an afternoon visit and I had to put him in the bedroom. Puffing, hissing, stalking. There is no room for doubt!