Collecting them and their history

We picked them up from the rescue where they were taken earlier that day from the home they had left behind. The post it note that had their date of births on wasn’t present having blown away somewhere but their names were known. A tri coloured Abyssinian called Gypsy and a tricolour crested girl called Betty. Neither breed I have. They had been taken to the vets earlier in the day who declared them not pregnant and I was also told no lice or mites (although babies also rescued from that house DID have lice). Both were difficult to catch, hadn’t been handled before and I was offered Gypsy to hold. After taking a seat I had a hold of Gypsy. She was scared and after a few minutes started to tremble. You know those trembles from deep within when you are in shock. Hers got bigger and bigger so after a few minutes she was put in the travel box I had bought and we took her, Betty and a small bag of the food they were used to back to Cardiff to settle them into an unused hutch and run. We had decked the hutch out with meadow hay in the bedroom and living quarters on top of megazorb to absorb urine. More nutritious herbage was in abundance in a manger and 2 bowls of different roughage too. I wanted to spoil these two!

We put them in the hutch along with some herb treats and immediately one of them began bolting about like a mad one. She found the hole in the floor that led to the run immediately and headed of to the run. Not really knowing what she was doing. We left them alone for half an hour and went to chop up vegetables for all of the piggies, the indoor 6 that now seemed so tame and a little for the new refugees. Not knowing what veg they were used to meant I didn’t want to upset their system with too many. I served dinner just outside the bedroom so they would have to poke their heads out if they wanted any. Left them alone until the morning