The Tonk Is Back In The House

The Tonk has been at the vet the past few days, being evaluated and having a certain stuff done. 'Nuf said?

The consensus is that he has suffered a head injury in his past - such is the life of a rescue, the possibility always exists that you are getting one that was abused and tossed out. He will always have his head tilt, but thankfully, it seems that's the worst of it, besides not being able to learn stuff, at least not very quickly (he's smart, but retention isn't his strong suit - thankfully his mom, or someone, taught him litterbox manners and for that I'm grateful). His circling behavior is the remains of the injury, too, and when he's stressed, he will probably always do his circling dance (we can live with it).

I visited every day, which might not have been the smartest thing to do. He was totally stressed and freaked whenever he saw me, desperate to go home. Last night, it was all I could do not to break down and agree...but I didn't.

Today he came home. His physical condition, otherwise, is great! And all the girls at the vet (including the "head gal," his doc) are quite smitten with him (the smooth little devil). I was told often that he was a "silly boy" which happens to be one of my pet names for him.

All the way home, I was treated to a loud and insistent vocalization of every single solitary ILL (both real and imagined) that was bestowed upon him over the three days.

I do mean LOUD.

When I got him home, he was sequestered in his den again, as he needs a bit of recovery time before venturing into the rest of the space. I heard about that, too. And I especially heard...

I'm HOME!!! I'm HOME, did you hear me MOMMIE??? I'm HOME and I'm NEVER leaving again, you hear?

Yes, dear, I hear you, and that's fine...(shhhh...until it's time for his shots again next year, that is).

Finally, I broke out a treat I've been saving for this day...

OHhhh...a MOUSIE (in fact, it is a needlefelted alpaca mousie from Sedalia Fiber Festival...)

It's MY Mousie, Mommie, I'm not sharing

I left the room while he played and of course when I returned there was no sign of the mousie, so I'm not sure where it is...

This little guy is a lover, let me tell you, he spent much time up and down onto the desk, into my lap, back up again, across the laptop, stretching out on the desk to have raspberries blown on his belly, and finally dropping to the floor as I continued to type. But after a bit I noticed he was going...going...

and finally ... gone.

Welcome home, silly boy. We missed you much.