I’ve been crazy busy signing, paying, inspecting, and meeting about stuff for the new house. As a result, I’ve been getting home a bit later than I usually would. The boys don’t like it. They have shown their discontentment by escaping…again, and again, and again, and…well, you get the idea.
Last Saturday, I got woken up by Lamont whining. ‘He’s loud today,’ I thought as I pulled the covers over my head. Fred joining in made it impossible for me to ignore the racket. I sighed and rolled over throwing back the covers. The boys released an excited chorus. “I’m up,” I called.
I reached for my phone and knocked it between the bed and the side dresser. As I leaned over to grab it, I saw Fred and Lamont standing on the rug next to my bed. “Hey, guys,” I called as I put my hand on my phone. “What?!” I exclaimed sitting upright with the speed of sound. My sudden movement scared the boys and I heard them tear off back to their cage.
“Oh, no…” I sighed, “You guys have escaped, again.” I put my feet down on the rug and went to stand up. That’s when I felt several wet, soft, and sticky things on my feet. “Poop,” I sighed as I sat down to de-bean my feet. “You two escaped and left traps for me… thanks,” I called to the living room.
I had to tip-toe my way to the kitchen avoiding beans the entire way. “BOYS,” I called to the living room, “I should kick your butts!” The boys had managed to leave small piles of bean here and there in the bedroom and living room. “And,” I added, “I’m going to have to clean this carpet too! OMG!”
As I carefully made my way to the vacuum, I continued my rant. “This is why,” I said pulling the vacuum cleaner out with a gusto to add effect to my point, “your floor time is SUPERVISED!” I closed the closet door and stepped in another pile of bean. “OMG!” I cried. I vacuumed the floor and then went to fix the boys cage and feed them.
“I should starve the both of you,” I half hardheartedly threatened the boys. “Then we will see who’s the Alpha!” I added to make my point. Who was I kidding? They were chowing down on their breakfast. I spent about two hours using the rug cleaner to make sure that ALL of the boys presents were gone.
I hope that escape thing this is just a phase for them. Fred and Lamont do get plenty of floor time when I’m home. They like to chew on furniture, hide behind furniture, and chew on cords. That’s why I have to supervise them. I do love them and their antics. I just wish they wouldn’t poop so much when on these unsupervised excursions. *sigh*