Pippin continues her post-crate recovery. No outside allowed unless she is in her black and white polka dot cat harness. She tolerates it but it's obvious she'd much prefer running wild and free. But Bogdan was adamant, no outside. She dare not become pregnant and her spaying will not take place until January. Liver for breakfast has been discontinued and she is not best pleased. Thanks to Natasha, who gave me the heads-up, I now know no that liver should be an infrequent treat rather than a regular thing.
What has become a regular thing is very frequent fights with Big Fat Fred. They are at it all the time. It's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt but, so far, that is only when he gives her a bit of a nip with one of his few remaining teeth. She has been spotted sniffing under his tail seeking out his non-existent balls - little floozy. Guess she's hit the catty equivalent of her teenage years.
