A Quick Recovery
I stepped gingerly into Otto's mew, unsure how I would be received. The last time I was there, just a few hours earlier, I had to catch the owl for his scheduled beak and talon trim. Would he hold a grudge against me after the procedure?
I set the scale on the ground just like I did every day. I offered Otto a mouse tidbit - he took it eagerly - and tapped on the scale. After just a moment's consideration, Otto jumped down to the scale and reached for another tidbit. I maintained my calm demeanor as we finished the session, but I had a little dance party going in my head. I celebrated that Otto may not like "Haley-the-Bad-Guy," but he still trusted "Haley-the-Mouse-Tidbit-Provider."
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