Cygnus continues to love his wheel. He is very athletic:
Try watching at 0.25x speed (gear icon, playback speed, 0.25) for some impressive anti-gravity cat action.
I built a speedometer for the wheel, and I’ve clocked him up to around 15 mph. He seems to have two modes: quick sprints like this one, only 5-10 seconds long but ~15 mph; and long walks of a minute or more at ~3 mph.
Just about 12 lbs. He’s around 16 months old now and hasn’t gained any weight recently, so I think he’s close to his final weight.
I don’t know how he learned to grab the wheel like that. It’s almost like the tree climbing instinct, but there’s no real grip on the smooth plastic edges. He must have just tried it once and found it gets the wheel going faster that way. I’m trying to design a treat dispenser that interfaces with the speedometer so I don’t have to keep getting up. He uses it for fun anyway but I want to continue to encourage him!
The first night my sister and her husband got a new dog from the shelter - a little terrier who is super sweet but super full of neuroses - he ran away. I felt so bad. We spent the whole night, several hours well past midnight, combing the woods around the property. We’d spot him and then he’d dart and disappear again. My brother had recently fallen ill which put him in a wheelchair and I thought, what the fuck else does he have to endure. I was inconsolable for them.
Then the little bastard got cold and came back to curl up under their car in the morning. My sister managed to lure him inside with food. They still have him and he still occasionally runs away, but he always comes back after an hour or two (they live pretty remotely).
I’ve never been one for dressing pets up, but Bob is so compliant. He wore those gym shorts to protect his sutures with no problems, he’s had a t-shirt on for a goof with calm aplomb, I can slap a hat on him and he’ll sit there and look cool. I only say this because of this picture - he’s not sick or anything, I just threw the blanket on him and he laid like that for an hour … and to say, I’m thinking of dressing him up. It’ll be pathetic, sure, but hilarious.