The reality isn’t as great. At first Charlie HATED it. Well, mostly he hated being put in it. Then, he thought it was super-cool to be wheeled around the house. Then, he just acted confused. He’s supposed to stand in it ten minutes twice a day to stretch out his hamstrings and prevent him from losing bone mass. He’s a little too small for it (darn short genes), so we had to do some finagaling. This belong to a former client of our OT’s who donated it when her daughter grew out of it. Charlie will use it until he grows out of it.
So far, he’s not terribly impressed.
I also bought him a Baby Safe Feeder today too. He likes that a LOT better than the stander. Here his is trying some grapes.
PS: Still no sign of the cat–three days seems to be the magic number for cats. If he doesn’t turn up after three days I’m going to lose it. So far, I’ve patrolled the neighborhood and checked the Animal Control’s website–no luck. I left out some food, but all I got were a lot of ants. Hopefully, this is just a little vacation and he’ll be back by the end of the weekend.