I know, I know. It’s not Monday. I can write a Max Factor post whenever I want. This is for Ela. Max went in a fluffy little fur ball and walked out a skinny and hardly recognizable rat. He’s still cute, but we are having a bit of a hard time getting used to his new look. I think he is a little embarrassed at his own nakedness. He’s acting a little “down” tonight since we took his glorious coat away.
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Poor Max had his first sick day. We noticed Saturday night that he was especially mellow, content just to lay there and chill out most of the evening. Then when I woke for work on Sunday morning (4 AM), he did not let me know that I was supposed to take him outside like he normally does. I took him outside anyway. As I get ready every morning, he has his chance to get a drink and eat a little food. He drank a little, but did not eat. As some of you know, I went home around 5:45 AM since they were overstaffed at work. When I got home, Max was asleep upstairs and didn’t really show interest in getting up like he normally does.
After church, it was clear that he was not feeling his best because he hid in the corner of the front entrance area behind a plant and slept there. At one point we were looking all over the house for him and he was nowhere to be found (he was tucked away hiding in a corner asleep). By the time the Super Bowl rolled around, he felt very warm and was shivering. Marcela tried to get him to drink but he wouldn’t. He would get up every 30 seconds or so and re-situate himself, but he seemed confused and was looking back and forth with the saddest eyes. Eventually, I got a turkey baster and filled it with water, held his mouth open and put the water in there and he drank quite a bit. For the next hour or two he steadily got better.
By bed time around 10 PM, a noise outside woke him and he growled and barked for the first time all day, and he woke up and found a paper towel on the coffee table. He took off with it, tore it up, and then we knew he was feeling a lot better. The short of it is that we never found out what was wrong with him, but he’s back to his normal mischievous self now.
Max got his first official cut and grooming this week. The poor guy could barely see when I took him in because the hair on his muzzle curled up over his eyes. Now his big dark eyes really stand out and he looks like a little toy stuffed animal. I wonder if the sedated him for the mop chop, because he hates even being combed or brushed.
No picture today. Here’s the haps with the Max. We were feeding and cleaning the bird cages and Max was extremely interested. I took Chippy (the green cheek conure) out and Max startled him. He wouldn’t even stay on my hand so I couldn’t introduce them. For the record, Max has met the male lovebird and he does great with him as long as he’s in the cage. I just don’t trust them enough to let him lose. It wouldn’t take much of a snap from Max, even though he’s tiny, to hurt or kill the little lovebird. Anyway, I let the female lovebird out and she burrowed down in my hand while Max sniffed her. She nibbled at his nose, but didn’t really bite or act defensive. The funny thing is that Max let her walk all over him until he turned his head and saw that it was a bird walking on his back. The lovebirds are all about 1/3 to 1/2 the size of the conure, but they are so much braver than that Green Cheek green cheek chicken. This week, Max may lose his new little buddy (the girl lovebird) since we are possibly giving her to someone from church.
On another note, I may take Max down to get his first cut/grooming tomorrow. Wish the poor little fella luck, cause they may try to take his masculinity away. I will try to protect him from fruitification. I’ll tell them to put a cammo bandanna on him or something. 🙂