I’m happy to report that my sweet Oliver is all better – yay!
After he started moving around a bit on Friday, I decided to clean him up by giving him a bath that night.
holding him after his bath.
he looks like a big, soaked (adorable) rat.
as he wasn’t a fan of his bath, I think he’s plotting to kill me here.
Since he felt better enough to come out from under my bed Thursday night, I captured him and kept him in my bathroom. If you saw this earlier post, then you already know that, though.
After I knew he was well, I let him out Saturday night to roam around my room. Apparently what he missed most was sleeping on
my his bed.
“I’m sorry about plotting to kill you; the water makes me unreasonable. Will you let me out now, please?”
“Ahhh, I’ve missed my bed!”
so fresh and so clean, clean.
back to his old “pet me” self.
As he was feeling like his old self, he decided to give me hand by “helping” me make my bed. It’s hard work being a wrinkle-chaser, so he had to rest a lot in-between changing sheets, but he does such a good job that I can’t complain.
Goodness, I love him!