Forget the helmet, this kid needs a bubble.
My own fault, of course; I didn't notice that the door to the New World room didn't fully latch while I was giving out breakfast, and when Taco was playing on the floor a few minutes later, he noticed the door and pulled it open.
I was in the living room and I started to hear some bizarre noises, so I followed the sound to the bathroom, and found Taco playing in Jackson's litter box!!
I immediately shooed him out and gave him a shower (thank god he's being nice again and stepped up for me), but I'm still super worried about him.
Should I bring him to the vet? My major worry is the fact that he's been self-mutilating and that he may have got something unpleasant in his open wound.
Or, god forbid, eaten something.
I clean the litterbox every evening, but a litterbox is a litterbox and it's not clean.
I'm so mad at myself.
My own fault, of course; I didn't notice that the door to the New World room didn't fully latch while I was giving out breakfast, and when Taco was playing on the floor a few minutes later, he noticed the door and pulled it open.
I was in the living room and I started to hear some bizarre noises, so I followed the sound to the bathroom, and found Taco playing in Jackson's litter box!!
I immediately shooed him out and gave him a shower (thank god he's being nice again and stepped up for me), but I'm still super worried about him.
Should I bring him to the vet? My major worry is the fact that he's been self-mutilating and that he may have got something unpleasant in his open wound.
Or, god forbid, eaten something.
I clean the litterbox every evening, but a litterbox is a litterbox and it's not clean.
I'm so mad at myself.