This morning, he took a stand in his uncarpeted castle tower (the rugs were out to be vacuumed). Deciding it was useless, he went to his bun cave while we continued cleaning.
Because he is losing his sight, with cataracts in both eyes, we don't move move the boxes, towers, ramps or tunnels around anymore. They go back in the same places; we want him to be on familiar ground. The pen is open all day but closed at night; we don't want him to get hurt trying to keep up with Ethel in the dark.
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