Sleeping In
For the very first time, I allowed Cross and Robyne to sleep inside the house. It sounds unfair to Ginger, but after spending one exhausting night trying to keep her indoors, I’m convinced she doesn’t want to be locked inside. I really don’t want to deal with her pee and poo again either. Maybe the bathroom just isn’t big enough for her to move around comfortably.
Anyway, I managed to get Ginger out of the house after she nursed the babies and rested a bit. But I couldn’t get the babies to listen to me at all.
Cross has been the easiest one. Ginger follows me, and Cross follows Ginger. But Robyne has her own mind. I can’t even touch her the way I can with Cross. I can always grab Cross in my arms and pet him, but Robyne is too tough. She doesn’t follow Ginger like Cross does.
This morning, I woke up feeling a bit sick—probably ate too much last night. I went to look for Cross and Robyne where they were last seen but couldn’t find them. When I went downstairs, there they were. I called Ginger to come inside and fed them before sending them all back out. That alone took more than half an hour because Robyne refused to follow Ginger. She hid under the sofa, and I had to call Ginger back in just to coax Robyne out.