Iggysbabysitter
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Once again I'm up after midnight with Bertha. It's like having a baby again... I'm ready for bed, but as I bent down to gather her up to cage for the night, I see she has emptied her guts on my couch. Yipee Unformed and full-o-mucus. So here I am, rambling between shots of electrolite-in-a-bottle, and cage cleaning. I look forward to the day I can sleep through the night and not wake up rushing to see that she's still alive. She's perky enough, making me chase her when it's cage time, and demanding attention late at night as I work. But she is sooooo boney and skinny, and I can see the ridge of her backbone, feel every rib.
Well, she's finally settled down into my sweater in her cage. Time for bed I guess.
(Bertha is the "flemish giant" I bought about a week ago, that doesn't look big enough to be a flemish... she's so small she looks like the wild cotton tails that plague the area.)
Well, she's finally settled down into my sweater in her cage. Time for bed I guess.
(Bertha is the "flemish giant" I bought about a week ago, that doesn't look big enough to be a flemish... she's so small she looks like the wild cotton tails that plague the area.)