Yesterday I put the kids down for a nap... or in their rooms for quiet time so the ones who needed a nap could have one. Alex comes to his door and starts upset vocal stimming. I walk back there, "What's wrong, buddy?" He stops stimming and exaggerated sniffs at me. "Did you poop?" He starts laughing. Guess what. He pooped. BOOYAH! How's that for nonverbal!? Rock on, Alex.
So, anyway, the point in this post is this....
Meet Jason Freddykrueger Screamwoods.
We've been having a fun time. Such a fun time.
Jason has been spending quite a bit of time with me these past 14 hours. If he's not in my hand or in my pocket, he's roaming around whatever surface is handy and cat free. Let me tell you, trying to put clothes on a wiggly human while trying to confine a wiggly rodent to your hoody pocket for his own safety after rescuing him from being introduced to the turtle... not easy.
Apparently, changing owners makes it a whole new pet. and erases the horrific memory of the last time Jason the Hamster met Gilbert the Cat. And, the fact that Jason lives in the house makes him totally different from all of the dead rabbits, mice, squirrels, and unrecognizable body parts that show up on our front porch.
|What the hell is that!?|
DON'T LET IT TOUCH ME!
Alex is not quite as thrilled about Goofy's new pet. He likes him a lot better inside of a cage that he can throw. And not stealing his Fruit Loops. Jason is an addict. Watching him fill his little cheeks as fast as he can, frantically reaching down to grab more as you pull him away... I tell you, it's a pathetic sight. Alex has no sympathy, he glares at me as I grab just a few more to send back to his cage with him. Honey, he already touched them. You won't touch the animal but you want to eat what his dirty little paws pranced over? Really?
Yeah, this is going to be a ride to remember. I can see it coming.