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greenstormCaramel chewed through the water bottle at 1:30am. I'm getting worried-- Merlyn and the girls are too old to be going without water for long periods of time, and I can't replace the fricking fifteen-dollar water bottles multiple times per month, and a bowl just isn't sanitary for them. Juggler, I think I'll need to grab that acrylic sleeve from you and see if that helps. I'm almost wishing I knew of a good home for Caramel at this point. *sigh* He's prolly got the rest of them trained to it anyhow.
So there I was at 1:30 am, and I was really angry. I did all the things I needed to do-- scooped out the sludgy mewspaper-with-rat-waste from the bottom of the cage (the bottle had been full), replaced it with clean newspaper after a wipe-down, experimented with plugging the hole in the bottle, found a clean bowl, filled it with water, tried to prop the bowl somewhere it wouldn't get 1) peed or pooped in from above or 2) knocked over when they put weight on the edges to drink from it. At the back of my head, though, was the terrifying thought: I wish it was just Caramel, cause then he'd go thirsty for awhile and he'd be trained that actions have consequences.
Now, I'd never act on that, because it's both erroneous and mean. Erroneous, because the kind of things that understand consequences in a chain like that are called adult humans, mostly, and don't get owned by people and especially don't get kept in a cage as pets. Mean, because if something can't understand that sort of thing, punishing them for it is a gratuitous act of vengeance. Somehow, it made me angrier because I've played with them so much over the last two days.
I hate it when I feel like that, though. I know it's normal, once in awhile, but I have a very uncomfortable relationship with my own anger. Bah. Any ideas on how to get water to the babies without them having anything chewable within bite-range either inside or outside the cage? (the water bottles rest outside the cage along the bars. I'd had the closest piece to the bars taped-and-plasticked off so they couldn't chew it, and so they just chewed the next-closest spot, near the bottom of the bottle).
In other news, and much more pleasant news, I watched Priscilla, Queen of the Desert with my roommates and Juggler last night. It was a pretty awesome movie. What does it say about me that I found it romantic? That and Secretary. Oh, well. Fun movie, anyhow.
Today I go to work for a bit, to make $$, which will be nice.
Nothing much is happening in my life, as you can guess, since I've been lying around sick a lot. Notice the lack of entertaining Greenie-bits?
So there I was at 1:30 am, and I was really angry. I did all the things I needed to do-- scooped out the sludgy mewspaper-with-rat-waste from the bottom of the cage (the bottle had been full), replaced it with clean newspaper after a wipe-down, experimented with plugging the hole in the bottle, found a clean bowl, filled it with water, tried to prop the bowl somewhere it wouldn't get 1) peed or pooped in from above or 2) knocked over when they put weight on the edges to drink from it. At the back of my head, though, was the terrifying thought: I wish it was just Caramel, cause then he'd go thirsty for awhile and he'd be trained that actions have consequences.
Now, I'd never act on that, because it's both erroneous and mean. Erroneous, because the kind of things that understand consequences in a chain like that are called adult humans, mostly, and don't get owned by people and especially don't get kept in a cage as pets. Mean, because if something can't understand that sort of thing, punishing them for it is a gratuitous act of vengeance. Somehow, it made me angrier because I've played with them so much over the last two days.
I hate it when I feel like that, though. I know it's normal, once in awhile, but I have a very uncomfortable relationship with my own anger. Bah. Any ideas on how to get water to the babies without them having anything chewable within bite-range either inside or outside the cage? (the water bottles rest outside the cage along the bars. I'd had the closest piece to the bars taped-and-plasticked off so they couldn't chew it, and so they just chewed the next-closest spot, near the bottom of the bottle).
In other news, and much more pleasant news, I watched Priscilla, Queen of the Desert with my roommates and Juggler last night. It was a pretty awesome movie. What does it say about me that I found it romantic? That and Secretary. Oh, well. Fun movie, anyhow.
Today I go to work for a bit, to make $$, which will be nice.
Nothing much is happening in my life, as you can guess, since I've been lying around sick a lot. Notice the lack of entertaining Greenie-bits?
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Date: 2005-09-07 03:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-07 04:27 pm (UTC)If you can find such a thing, do let me know, though.
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Date: 2005-09-07 04:28 pm (UTC)I think when he's thirsty he will run around and bite at all plastic things, one after the other, as a legacy of his out-of-cage days. :( But, I will try this.
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