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I have 5 sugar gliders, mom and dad were rescues and after 3 babies, I got everyone fixed. They are a happy colony in a large cage in my laundry room.
So far the cage has been break out proof, and I am not exactly sure what happened last night. But, I got up at about 6 am to let the dogs out. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something like a mouse scurry along the floor.
My husband was in front of me, closing the door as the dogs went in the back yard. I started flicking on lights and yelling for my husband.
Then I see one of the “babies” who are two years old, on the floor. I grabbed him and started looking around.
My husband flicked on the living room lights and there was another “baby” perched on the dog bed with a piece of dog food, eating contentedly.
Three of the Five were loose in the house, presumably all night and let me tell you, they had a PARTY!!!!
There were dog food crumbs all over the living room. Thank goodness no one drowned in the toilet or were trampled or eaten by the dogs.
After the shock, we had a good laugh!
Later, I couldn’t find one of the cats and discovered my 18 pound black cat has learned to open the bathroom cabinets and sleeps in them during the day..when I called for him, he opened the cabinet door and came out……he opens doors and turns on faucets too!
What a NUT HOUSE! Just figured someone would get a kick out of this.
Please share your Crazy Critter Stories…
Sounds like a lively household. Do you ever feel like they are the primary residents and you just rent from them? 😀
Tintaglia wrote:Sounds like a lively household. Do you ever feel like they are the primary residents and you just rent from them? 😀
One of our friends always says “Pets are like pimps, they stay home in the A/C all day while the owners go to work.” Sometimes I must agree!
keschete wrote:Tintaglia wrote:Sounds like a lively household. Do you ever feel like they are the primary residents and you just rent from them? 😀
One of our friends always says “Pets are like pimps, they stay home in the A/C all day while the owners go to work.” Sometimes I must agree!
I feel sorry for my boys. They are both long haired and it’s been hot. No AC!!! Poor babies. Danny sleeps in the tub and Romeo sleeps where ever he thinks it’s coolest.
That’s a cute story. My cats open everything. I have to be carefull sometimes first thing in the morning since they like to leave the hall closet door wide open. I’ve walked into that one a few times.
Alright, I got a kitty story X3
My buddy Nikko likes to sleep in my room, but since I like to sleep with my door shut he would get stuck either inside or outside my room (wherever he was when I sleepily shut the door) and be much displeased with me.
Well, the Christmas before last I hung a jingle bell necklace on the doorknob for kicks, and he immediately figured out how to ring the bell like the dickens when he wanted the door opened. So now the bell is a permanent part of my decor… and I usually prop the door open a little so he can grab the bell string and pull it open the rest of the way himself, if he wants to. I finally got tired of being my cat’s door girl 🙄
Okay, I’ve got a story . . . but if you don’t like bugs, don’t read!
When we lived in the desert, there was a native creature called the sun spider. It’s not a true spider–it’s a sopulgid, for those who care–but in all aspects it sure as heck looks like one. They can get pretty freakin’ big (I once saw one whose legs could have spanned my hand and fingers) and they move REALLY fast. They are also remarkably ugly. If you’ve seen the photos of “camel spiders” from Iraq, then you’ve seen a sun spider. (Although in all fairness, no, they are not as big as rat terriers like that one photo made them out to be.)
Anyway, last summer I got a shipment of baby chicks from the hatchery, all fancy or laying types. When they got to be a few weeks old–about the size of tennis balls–I moved them outside into a corner of the main chicken coop so that the adults would have plenty of time to get used to them. I had the corner partitioned off with wire. There was just enough room for a waterer, a feeder, and some perches. Since twenty-six chicks make a lot of mess, I also had a rag hanging from the ceiling for those little moments when the poo really started flying–usually when chicks were jumping and running about.
It was mid-morning on a weekend. The chicks had been in their new pen for about a week, and were feeling frisky and confident. As I leaned down to clean out the waterer, one went buzzing past at eye level, tiny wings flapping madly. Something hit me on the cheek, and I sighed and yanked down the rag.
As the rag unfolded, I froze. Tucked inside was a very large, very fat sun spider. We stared at each other in mutual horror for a split second before my hand panicked and jerked the rag away. As if in slow motion I watched the sun spider drop to the ground. My feet wanted to leap backward, but the gate was closed behind me and there were chicks all over my feet. I couldn’t escape, and I couldn’t decide who I was more afraid for: my arachnophobic self, or my little peeping tennis balls. Sun spider venom isn’t terrible, but the chicks were so small that a bite could be fatal.
I needn’t have worried. When that poor sun spider hit the ground, little fuzzy heads spun around like evil movie dolls. Then, with a deafening chorus of hungry peeps, the entire flock of babies converged. As I stood there shuddering, my fluffy baby birds zig-zagged madly around the pen, some carrying bits of sun spider and the rest in hot pursuit. Within seconds there was nothing left, and the chicks were staring hopefully up at me wanting seconds.
I guess when you’re a chicken, a bug is a bug and size doesn’t matter.
That spider story scared me! 😆
My bunny runs all over the house… and the dogs, and the furniture. 🙄 Its funny to see her use the dogs as a step stool to get on the couch.
As for sugar gliders running loose, that is pretty funny 😆 They are lucky the cat didnt decide to have some sport with them.
Those are great stories. I can only think of one story. When my oldest pug was a puppy I took her to the airport to meet my step mom and dad. Well when my step mom picked her up and put her up to her face my dog started licking my mom’s face and her tounge accidently went into my mom’s mouth. You should of seen my mom’s face after that.
Here ya go:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sugar_GliderMy first cat was a small (4.5 lb) Cornish rex named Erin. One day I opened up the bottom drawer of my dresser and reached for a sweatshirt and let out a scream. 😳 I had put clothes away about an hour before and hadn’t realized Erin had jumped in. She went to sleep curled up in a little ball so when I reached in I got warm fur.
She also used to set her tail on fire sleeping on the stove by the open pilot light. It would just sort of crisp and smoke. One night a disturbed teenager set the basement on fire. After the firefighters asked me how I knew there was a fire. I said “I smelled smoke and I went into the kitchen but my cat ran passed and she wasn’t on fire so I knew something was wrong.” You should have seen the look on his face! They got the fire out really quickly – we only lost some stuff in the basement. Yeah, firefighters!
Under weird pet things – I knew a lab that liked to collect box turtles. His owners would take him hiking in the woods with their other lab and he would run off and come back carrying a turtle. He never hurt them – he would just carry them for about a mile then let them go. One day he was carrying one and there was a second one right on the trail. The poor dog couldn’t figure out how to carry both of them – he tried stacking them but his mouth wasn’t big enough.
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