It’s been two hours now and I know when I’m beaten!
Smurfy knows all my tricks now.
He refused to come down for breakfast until I went inside the house.
The moment I tried to come out, he’d bolt up back to the platforms, so I had to stay inside to let him eat. He knows I prioritise eating for him. He just knows.
Also, the faeces that I picked up from the sandpit boxes have been well-formed though there’s still one batch that’s a bit soft. But it’s already good enough.
Smurfy is definitely on the mend now, after four days of Promax. In fact, Ginger only needed three days and he’s okay already.
See, he is here atop the big cage. There’s no way I can catch him. I did try, but the moment he saw me standing up on a stool, he bolted faster than a bullet train.
Then, when he ate too, he made sure I’m never behind him. That’s how I caught him yesterday and he has learnt. So the moment I stand behind him, he moves so that he’s facing me. Smart, right? That way, he still got to eat, but he made sure he’s always facing me.
I don’t think I can catch him today, but…the day is still young, eh?
I’ve talked to him too, explaining that two more days of Promax would be better for him. But he’s not falling for the pep talk.
I know when I’m beaten.
I surrender, Smurfy. You win.