I know I said I would be back Monday, but I've too much to tell you about this weekend - and honestly, I was afraid I might forget some crucial parts!

Guess what? I've been given a different home! It's my old aquarium, but Mom has fixed it up with similar items that I had in my nice cage. I have a hanging Pringles tube, a hammock, and one of Daddy's huge wine boxes (which increases my 'floor' space a lot!) just like what is in my big cage, where the boys are.

It's really quiet in here! Last evening I just slept, and all day today I slept some more! Sometimes I slept on my face, sometimes in the hammock, sometimes I slept on top of my box, and sometimes just right out in the open. Once I even slept on my back, like I used to do before I had the babes!

Ahhh... peace!

The only one in here with me is my only daughter. And she doesn't disturb me that much. There's so much stuff in here that we can find quiet corners anytime either one of us wants to be alone. I did a little scrapping with my daughter this morning! That was fun, especially when there were no boys involved, because they tend to get a little rough. This is the first time my mom has ever seen me play with one of my babes - and the second time my mom has ever seen me play, at all (the first time being when she saw me playing in the pet shop, which is what decided her to bring me home).

The story is, my Grandma took my Mom all over Pet Shop hunting, and told me she saw some horrid conditions for the poor ratty babes in some of the shops! *shudder!* Mom also tells me that she saw smaller ratty babes than mine with no mother anywhere in sight. Even though Mom said it could have been that they were older but just not as healthy, Mom has only seen me feed the babes once in the past two days, so she felt comfortable with the idea of seperating us, and leaving me with my girl in case I needed "teat relief."

And she also thought she had better seperate us from the boys because she's already finding it hard to get really good homes for the boys, and it would be terrible if myself or my daughter became pregnant just because Mom didn't seperate us in time. Then, today, Mom told me she was relieved that she seperated us last night - because she saw a couple of the boys scrap-humping (momentarily grabbing their brother's back in a mating-like pose during scrapping) and that would have been too close for comfort had the recipient been my daughter.

The Pet Shop Hunt didn't go as well as planned, but Mom tells me she did find one lady that sounded like someone we could trust. Also, Mom has found a lady on the Internet who lives in ours state (Washington) who might be able to help us.

As a follow-up to the water-bottle situation: The babes had taken to the bottle quite well, but they still liked to drink from the pink cup. Mom put the pink cup right underneath the water bottle, first because it got in the babes' way when they went to go drink (which in turn made them investigate, and then decide the water bottle was as good a place as any to get water) and second, because - as you can see in the picture above - the water bottle likes to drip. Mom was using the pink cup as a "drip-catcher." But, by and by, it dried out and one of the boys liked to sleep in it, so she moved it out of the way of the water bottle - especially when said boy thought that since he slept 'neath the water bottle, he should take names and bother anyone who came a-lookin' for a drink!

Anyway, Mom is waiting to hear back from a couple of very important people who can help find my sweet boys a really good home, before she takes more aggressive action. Meantime, they remain in the Play Cage that Mom built for me. This way, they won't forget how to climb wire or ladders, sleep in precarious places, or anything else they've become accustomed to - and, the cage is simply bigger than an aquarium. My daughter and I can re-accustom ourselves to our cage once the boys are placed in happy, loving homes.

The happy lives that the boys deserve depend upon it.

And who could deny them that?

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