The day I brought them home:
A day or two later; wanting OUT! NOW!
Tammy hangin' on to her bottle for all she was worth! (A few days later).
Tiny George in Dad's big pocket.
Inside my shoes! They actually didn't mind it at all. (This is about two weeks after I got them).
Quite a long time later; Tammy sleeping in the food and water bowls. It was her favorite place to sleep, besides in the litter box. LOL
Silly ole George sleeping. He had passed Tammy up in size at this point. For a long time he was smaller and thinner. Now she wasn't able to whoop his butt so easily!
My brother did this...and they just let him, and they didn't move! I handled them so much that you could hold them upside down like a baby, and they would just sit there on their backs like little ladies waiting for their pedacures while I clipped their nails. Now they aren't really like that anymore though because my grandparents treat them like they are cats instead of puppies. Ha ha. This is the day before I had to give them away.
I surrender!! The day before I gave them away. I had a really hard time for a few days after; I kept waking up in the middle of the night to give them their vet stuff and feed them!