The year has been strange. When Zacchary came home, all got along after a while, and it is good to see Iggy with a playmate. But Sam and Iggy got sick with a URI from Zacchary's breeder or the cat show.
Then, Iggy developed an intolerance to gluten. No more Fancy Feast with gravy. It gave him diahhrea and alternating constipation, and made him afraid of litterboxes for awhile.
All is well now, with the addition of Metamucil to his food. With the URI and this problem, it was about $2000 at the Vet for him and Sam.
The snow is gone, and now it's Father and Son Leash walks. He patrols "his" territory, and is so happy he often climbs a tree up to my face level so we can rub heads and kiss.
He remembers EVERY chipmunk hole from last Fall, and continues to return to the place he encountered the baby garter snake last year. I never let him DO anything to the animals he catches, and of course rescued the baby snake. I mean, the poor thing had not even started Law School yet!
THE GREAT TOAD HUNT:
THE CHASE:
THE GREAT VICTORY:
It really was not that great. The toad played possum till Iggy left, then hopped away, gloating that he had peed in Iggy's mouth and disgusted him.
Here he is in his role as Office Manager:
