Calisto has turned into a freakin' psycho. She rakes me up and down, it's a pain just to catch her. And then when I try to nurse her babies on her....she smooshes her belly against the floor. And the babies are like '' we have no room to find ****ie!'' If I try to nurse them onthe other side, she'll lean to that side and not let the babies in. I have to hold her front and back feet together and lift her chest up in the air so her babies can get ****ie. She's such a turd! And she throws her nest box around all night so I can't sleep. And then I worry all night about hte babies and I have to keep getting up to check on them. So I figure since she's not nursing them on her own she doesn't need a huge box. Because she keeps goign CRAZY and jumps int he box and stomps all over her babie and they start screamign and I try to grab her and move her and she just flips out. And when she's nursing them she keeps stepping all over them and they get knocked over.
DO A BARREL ROLL! PRESS Z OR R TWICE! And off they go...weeeeee
So I gave her a smaller box so she can't get in it since she's not nursing them on her own anyways. And now she discovered that it's easier to flip over. So I come hoem from a nice night out to find the box flipped overwith the babies pinned underneath.
So I jsut took the box out of her cage completely. And then I was like ''crud where am I goign to put these buggers?'' because I have a husky who would eat or kill anything, and a cat that I don't trust 100%. She's fine around critters but if I were asleep and she had access tot hem it'd make me nervous. So the n I discovered the nest box fits perfectly in my sock drawer. So the socks were evacuated and I put he box in there and just left the drawer cracked.
Babies are 8 days old as of today. No one's eyes are open yet but the Opals have beautiful blue color right now and the silver ticking is just starting to come in on the chin. Everyone is so fat and beautiful and healthy. We're doin' good minus the retarded mother thing.
I was carrying Calisto back to her cage today and I was almost there and she just randomly spazzed and racked the living daylights out of my arm. It felt like rugburn....just an inescapeable burning pain all over my arm from wrist to elbow. Not like I dont' have enough scars there. Over dinner one eveing my friend noticed them and asked '' Jesse you been cuttin' again?''
"Oh yeah, my tractor got stolen, my wife left me, and my dog died."
The End.