Wow. That's all I can say.
Baby-cat (Boo!) was released from her prison yesterday afternoon. It became instantly obvious why the vet wanted her to be confined. The very first thing she did when I opened the door was jump up to check on Copper. The next thing she did caused her to be put immediately back into her pen.
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| I heard them say you're going to have to stay in there forever! What did you do?? |
When we transferred Copper to her new home, we left the old aquarium where it was, on the shelf next to the fireplace. There were a few crickets left in there, mainly because I couldn't figure out how to catch them. I just couldn't muster up the desire to grab them with my bare hands.They don't bite, I just wasn't in the mood. Anyway, Boo! knew there were crickets in there. Just how determined she was to get them became quite obvious.
I was busy preparing supper, when I looked over and thought I was seeing things. It looked like Boo! was in the aquarium! Now I knew that was impossible because it had a steel mesh, locked, cover on top of it. I blinked a few times; squinted, thinking it was an optical illusion, then decided my eyes weren't at fault - she was in the aquarium! That little stinker was inside chasing down crickets!
Of course I ran over to get her out. When I got there, what I saw blew me away. Apparently, for almost a week, she has been trying to get to those crickets. The screen top was destroyed. It was torn and pulled apart - like a wildcat had gotten to it - not a four pound baby cat! Did I mention this is steel mesh? As in, steel. It was designed to withstand hot lights sitting on it; burning 12 hours a day! She ripped the crap out of it.
It's also a true miracle she didn't get cut or lose an eye. Oh, and for those of you thinking perhaps she had help. Let me assure you, none of the other cats gave a fig about that aquarium - ever.
Well, she went right back into the enclosure and I attempted to relocate the 20 gallon aquarium. Not so long ago, I was tossing around 50 lb. bags of horse feed and equally heavy bales of hay. This is perhaps why I have a bone spur in my shoulder which has made it almost impossible for me to lift anything heavier than Boo!
However, the aquarium had to go, so I powered through it and made it to the garage, where I nearly dropped it, then sort of pushed it through the door and across the garage floor. The whole time I was envisioning a scenario of Andy tripping over it; breaking something or dying; clutching my shirt and gasping his last words, "My mother warned me you would be the death of me....."
When he got home, I made a point of showing it to him. I figured if he saw it, then falling over it was on him, not me. I have rarely seen the man speechless. He is a stoic. But when he saw the lid, his jaw dropped. He did not believe a tiny creature could do so much damage.
I did see a teeny bit of relief there when he declared the thing was worthless now so we should probably throw it away. I know that he expected to come home someday to see yet another creature in residence in that tank. Truth be told, I was planning on getting another lizard - or a hamster...Well, shoot, I can just order a new lid!
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