I've been quietly a bit worried about Foggy, since we got back from our last UK visit, at the beginning of September. He had completely lost interest in his bed on top of the wardrobe. He just didn't seem to want to jump up there. (It's not a huge height, as there's a desk, strategically located at one end.) They used to love being up high. It was their special safe place, so I found it a bit sad that Foggy no longer wanted to use his bed. I thought he might have a touch of arthritis or something.
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I was just considering moving his bed to somewhere more accessible when, yesterday, he surprised us by jumping up and swapping beds with Tiggy. I was so glad to see him back up there, I did a little cry.
It felt almost cruel to have to get them both down from their nests to load them into the car today. Poor boys, they were very sick on the ferry. Though I dare say they'll suddenly perk up and demand food as soon as we get to the hotel... And then again, several times during the night.
Anyway, here they are - Foggy buried deep in his bed, and Tiggy only barely visible - on top of the wardrobe, this morning.
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