Hello survivors,
this is doomsday. I have a track-record of mess things up on the third day into bonding. And yes, this morning I was a grumpy mister. Some scruffle. But we sorted things out.
Slave has been a bit worried about me. She was so close to phone the vet because from her perspective I only shuffled the hay around and took very small pieces. I eat grass, pellets and vegs like normal though. And critical care, with happiness.
Never before have I not eat my hay. I inhale it, I bath in it, I live for it! So, she was concerned and thought she stressed me out so much with this bonding thing.
And then she had to open a new bag. In two seconds I was scuba-Kongo. I took a very long haybath and ate like there was no tomorrow.
I just suddenly became a quality-controller. I give the new bag a 9 of 10! But I can still take some of that critical care.
Djingis? Oh well slaves got really mad at him yesterday because we had floortime and he didnt want to stay on our magic carpet. OG-slave was trying to stop his way with pretty heavy wooden elephants but Djingis just tossed them around. Male-slave got offended when Djingis humped on of those poor elephants. OG-slave got tired of Djingis when he wanted to crawl under the sofa for like the seventh time (but he's to big to get in there. He does NOT accept that fully and screams at the sofa!). He's really a handful. Lucky he is very cute.
Good quality hay. Kongo approves
Yes, not all hay is the same. Nice Kongo is top piggy, he wants a hay rise