The poor guy didn't get to be out of his cage much more than a couple hours here and there. It always breaks my heart when I'm so busy with school and tennis because he doesn't get to have free reign around the house like Phinn does.
Phinn has earned her freedom and privileges. I can trust her alone when I'm not at the apartment. Clyde on the other hand is a different story.
I still remember the first day I bought Clyde and took him home. Within his first couple minutes of exploring the perimeters, he located a small hole underneath my dishwasher and literally went up inside my kitchen walls. I had a panic attack because I genuinely thought I was never going to see the little guy again.
Here's a photo of Clyde in all his dramatic despair last night laying on my dirty, smelly tennis socks.
Photo Credits: Madeline Hill |
Poor Clyde! We had to do this with our cats for awhile until they learned as well!
ReplyDeleteHow did you get him out of the walls!? That would be terrifying.
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