All the reading I've done on it suggests something has altered inside her cloaca, which is fair enough at her age, and now she can't keep poop off her eggs. Maybe a little like being an incontinent older person? Mark may have more to add.I'd be very curious to know what he thinks is causing it! (And, hopefully, he will confirm that it is nothing to worry about) Very intriguing puzzle.
Didn’t work for my little fur babies… I just ended up picking spines out of faces at least once or twice a week. And I see I would buy them cat grass, catnip plants, but no, it had to be the houseplants!
and many popular tropical houseplants are toxic.
Does that make me Secretary?Welcome to the “Open Mouth To Change Feet” club, of which I am president.
Educated guess! It would be very hard for me to do. I can put up with it I guess, I do have the spare chickens room for that purpose. (I will cease complaining about it , and I should)Well at this point you have trained her to know that inside with you is where she belongs at night.
Not sure if you can get her to unlearn that. Maybe think of it as a ‘relocation’ - but that would mean locking her in somehow and not letting her back in the house until she had learned her new home. I am guessing that would be hard for you to do.
That’s so sad, my heart goes out to you.
I got the message
If you want! We can be in it together.
Hahaha. Well Played!OMG...this, shortly after watching Phyllis flip herself. Now it all makes sense Phyllis the star cheerleader....
she can run, strut, flip...
she can do all the cheering stunts
BUT the split(s)
Pom poms raised
cheering on the boy(s)
later, on the sidelines
sly glances, looking coy
I'm finally at post 2000 I'm about 40% -ish caught up! You all were somewhere in the 5000ndies (i think) when I joined.
Thank you for allowing me to come along for the ride/story!
