Papa

The Papa gave me a run for money; he is a lot bigger than he looks and a lot stronger than I expected. It took me 5 attempts but he got a bath. I decided to forego the nail cutting. He scratched me up a bit, and I got one nice puncture wound, spurting blood and everything, but only one fang got me, so that’s better. Skeeter says my hands look like I am a boxer! He finally just let me catch him, I think he realized he wasn’t going to win. I had wanted to wash the floors, which now have been done thoroughly! He did rip one screen, so there goes another 100 bucks out the window (get the pun?) You would have been freaked if you saw how we were running around the front room and hallway trying to catch him-that boy can jump! He watches my every move, has only hissed and me twice, but I don’t trust him at all. I seriously doubt he is adoptable, plus being an adult makes it that much harder. Again, we will see how the next couple of days go.