So I had some drama happen. About two in the morning on Thursday I heard some major chirping coming from my baby cage, so I got up, turned the light on, and opened the second floor to see what the problem was….
And one of my wild boys came LEAPING out of the cage.
He nearly went down my shirt. Now, this cage is on top of my dresser, so he fell a good four feet, all the way to the carpet, and I freaked out. He dashed away and came to a stop on my sweatshirt, and so I leaned down and tried to coax him into my hand, and he ALMOST did, then Duck (the cat) came shooting in with murder on the mind and scared the Bejeezus out of Concernicus so he went and hid under my desk while I kicked her ass out and stuffed coats underneath the door. Luckily, I was able to confine him under my desk, and we spent an agonizing two days dealing with the changes. I slept on the floor, kept the no-kill trap baited, and prayed that he wasn’t hurt. Finally, after suggestions by Zill and family, I came up with a paper-towel tube into a plastic cage and managed to trap him inside it (it required three hours of me sitting in the floor with my hand around the tube to cut off escape routes, and his busiest time is around two in the morning, so yay!) and return him home. He was overjoyed, and ran like crazy in his wheel, and I stayed up another hour just watching him and being glad to have my little guy back home where he belongs. Even Smoots was glad to see him, and there was a happy reunion for them, lol! So yay for having my little man back where he belongs, and for finally having a full night’s sleep! So, that said, lol, here’s the soap!