Well, since I'm awake, let me wish the lovely lycantras
a happy birthday. :)
Why am I awake? Well, why I woke up, I don't know, but I woke up about 1:30, and noticed that Copper wasn't sacked out with me, which is weird, she sleeps with us normally and has been making a point of sleeping with me this week with Jeff gone (hush. Cats do to make points. She's even been sleeping at the foot of the bed instead of cuddled up with me at the top of the bed, like normal. It's like she's on guard duty). So I lay there for a minute, and notice the sounds of cats tearing around the house. This isn't all that unusual either, but it didn't sound like the normal Kittyanapolis 500, so I went off to investigate. Everything was fine in the living room, so I wander into the office... and Lucy's cage is open, again.
I know this time it wasn't me, because I haven't been using that door.1
So I groaned and said "Geez, not again", grabbed Marty off the back of Jeff's chair where she was perched, watching 2
and tossed her out (Copper was already out) and closed up the office, and commended looking for Lucy. Luckily, she wasn't hard to find, as she was meandering around Jeff's desk at a snail's pace, cheeks stuffed full of food.3
So, I popped open all the doors to the cage. She didn't seem to be in a bolting mood, so I figured I'd wait her out. And sure enough, after a few minutes, she wandered up towards her cage and I was able to coax her back in.
All of the cages doors are now secured with twist ties. Marty is curled up in Jeff's chair, watching Hamster TV; Ellie is curled up on the back of the couch, half asleep and pondering how dumb we all are, and Copper is purring and kneading the blanket in my lap. And I'm awake, staring at the ceiling. :p I think I'll try this sleep thing again. There's always grading if I can't.
1. Lucy has two cages, one thoughtfully donated to the cause by queenmunchkin
, and a penthouse annex, which are connected by tubing. The door on the latter is awkward to get to, and food goes in the former, so I hadn't been using that door for anything. It's low enough that a determined hamster could possibly have thrown her weight against it and eventually popped it open, which I suspect is what happened - she was agitated earlier, and if one of the kittens had somehow popped it open, I would have gotten into the office to discover a cat with its head in the cage.
2. Good zed critter.
3. If you're going to stage a prison break and set up a new home elsewhere, you need rations, right?