I reversed the front panel of the cage yesterday, as having the door on “ground” level was getting too dangerous. The little guy is amazingly fast and agile, and I feared he’d escape and hide under the furniture for days.
Now, the door is at the top. I figured that was better. It turns out, it doesn’t matter.
I got up this morning and grabbed some coffee, sat on the couch and consumed the news, my regular routine. It was still dark out, and I wondered about the silence of the little guy, who is usually in top form at that hour, racing around his cage and up and down those various levels.
After the first cup of coffee, I was awake enough to realize that it was just too quiet. I’d heard a bit of scraping in the direction of the dining room, but chalked it up to the chickadees outside, who often like to search the moss on the porch roof for insects.
Then, it finally dawned on me. I grabbed a flashlight, checked every “house” and corner of the cage and it was empty. My heart plunged. I feared he might be stuck somewhere, or hurt, and wondered how many days it would take me to find him or get him to come out.
I soon did find him, however. He was behind a cabinet in the dining room. I pulled it away from the wall, saw him behind it in a cloud of dust and tangle of TV and stereo wires and cables. I closed off one exit with a board firmly in place and placed his favorite sleeping house at the other end, with a dollop of freshly prepared baby porridge. Within 10 minutes, he was in the house and all was well.
Needless to say, I was relieved. And he’s exhausted.
Help me name the little guy by participating in the poll below. Thanks!
Help me name the little guy by voting for a name:
- Nicodemus (67%, 2 Votes)
- Rémi (33%, 1 Votes)
- Bagheera (0%, 0 Votes)
- Kaiju (0%, 0 Votes)
- Baloo (0%, 0 Votes)
Total Voters: 3