Family Funk

A couple of days ago, the prairie dogs were banging on the cage a lot (as they do — see the previous set of videos) and it was bugging TW. She thought it would be a good idea to give them something to play with. I thought it might be a good idea to kill her.

Yea, they are cute but… it’s hard to get work done like this.

Hard for me, not them… they got a whole lot done.

(Prince J once said these were the quietest pets we’ve ever owned. We joke about it all of the time because these girls — not quiet. SO. NOT. QUIET.)

A few minutes later…

And this is why TW often works in the bedroom. And why I am rarely at my desk during phone calls.

First, we tried a dog kennel but Wilma tried to hang herself with that within a couple of hours.

Next, we tried a pet store cat cage but the three girls destroyed that one in just a few months.

After that, we tried a small animal cage which lasted almost a year. The rust was beginning to be a problem, as was the fact that they are all three very good at getting stuck in the little holes that hold held the ramps in place. Loss of toes/feet/legs was not something we were interested in experiencing more of.

So, we have a new cage. It’s big and it caused quite a commotion today. All three have been very busy exploring it (trying to break it) and getting things all set up the way they want them.

Let’s hope this one lasts. And nobody loses a limb.