Homecoming

When we got back last weekend, all was as expected, at least at first.  Rocky, Beeps, and Calypso were threatening and aggressive, Basil would not stop talking excitedly, and Brian and the greys were extra loving and wanted to be near us constantly.  In fact, Stella was a little too loving, as she started regurgitating whenever either of us would get close to her.  That should have been a warning.

The greys happily ate some of our dinner (note Max's foot up in the air -- she really wanted to be near us!):

Later, I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom.  Stella gets a bit nesty on the bathroom floor, and we usually remove her as soon as she enters.  This time, I was a little distracted (and perhaps a bit out of practice) so I watched as first Stella and then Max walked in.  Before I knew it, Stella had jumped on Max and the two of them were rolling around on the floor, fighting.  This had never happened before -- usually one will fly away when the other gets aggressive.

I intervened as soon as I could, but not before Max had bitten Stella above the eye while defending herself:

Luckily, no serious damage was done, and the bathroom floor is now completely off-limits to Stella.  Max was unhurt, and with any luck Stella learned a lesson about the consequences of her actions, but I doubt it.

Here she is, eating, with her damaged eye:

She'll heal up quickly; in the meantime, the greys are acting as though this never happened.