A week with my feathery and furry children.

I was inspired to write this one night a few weeks ago, when at 11.30pm my rabbit, Peter, decided to make noise in every way possible. I had to brush my teeth, so I carried him into the bathroom with me and put him down on the floor. As it turns out, he doesn't like tiles. They make his feet slide in every direction. He freaked out, and tried to climb my leg. When, obviously, he failed to pull himself up with his front paws, he decided to pull himself up by attaching his teeth to my knee. Ouch! I then had to try to hold a wiggling rabbit in one hand, and brush my teeth with the other. This was the point in frustration where I decided to write an ongoing diary entry, documenting some of the they did, for one week. Now, I'm turning it into a blog. Partly to express the patience that is required when you have 6 pets, but mainly because I love them. They're part of my family. Oh, and yes. I talk to them. ;)

Sunday.

12am: Peter discovers that he can jump vertically, and spin 360 degrees in the air. I wish he wouldn't do it now, though. I'm trying to sleep.
3am: Ruby is loudly chewing her towel. I have to get out of bed to confiscate it. Not happy.
4am: Peter, WHY are you still jumping around? Please stop being loud!
8am: Now they're asleep. Now that I have to get up. Sleep deprived.
9am: Cleaned cages. Fed and watered 5 pets. Cleaned poop of 5 pets.
12pm: Finished washing all the towels Ruby and Peter peed on.
2pm: Missy sits on me while I watch a DVD. Fine, until she craps all over me. Then tries to steal the remote control, which she regularly hides. Then she tries to climb up my sleeve, to steal my bracelet.
3pm: Missy is now sitting on the keyboard of my laptop. Pecking me as I type.
4pm: I just finished vacuuming. So Belle and Valentine put feathers allllll over the floor, and I have to do it again.

Monday.

3am: Pete is being loud.
8am: Ruby doesn't want her stitches checked. I have to chase and corner her. Pete dangerously tries to figure out the difference between my fingers, and peanuts.
9am: While I'm getting ready for work, Missy poops in her water dish, breaks her toy, and then screams so loud when I leave for work, that I can hear her down the street.
11am: Bought pet food.
8pm: Missy sits on my hand. Her butt is really warm. I hiccup. She also makes hiccup noise.
9pm: Watching Desperate Housewives. Missy poops on me. She also freaks out and flies everywhere, finally landing on my head.
10pm: The house is finally quiet. So Belle starts screaming.
11pm: About to get into bed. Something crunches under my feet. Bird seed, on the floor. Thanks Missy.

Tuesday.

3am: Shut up Peter!!!!
8am: Belle falls off perch. Valentine falls off perch. Missy falls of perch. They're all fine. Just really clumsy today!!!
11am: Belle has inexplicable yellow stuff stuck to her head. I have NO idea what it could be. Valentine has pooed on the wall. Peter has put his towel in his litter box. Ruby has managed to get poop all the way to the other side of the room, somehow. Belle and Valentine put feathers all over the room, again.
5pm: Attempt to clean up yet another mess, before going out.

Wednesday.

3am: Shhhhh, Peter!
9am: Ruby to vet. Stitches out. She actually behaved. Wow.
4pm: Need to buy more pet food. Again.
6pm: Valentine is screaming.
8pm: Feathers everywhere. There is bird seed under my pillow? HOW did that get there??
10pm: No. You are not sleeping in my bed. You're sleeping in your cage.

Thursday.

5am: Shut up, Ruby.
9am: Can I just eat breakfast without you calling me, Missy?
11am: Missy is on a mission to steal my bracelet. Again. Tried to sit on the computer. Again. Tried to pull the skin off my face, and remove several strands of hair from my head. Ouch. Tried to eat my diary.
12pm: The doorbell keeps ringing, and Missy keeps screaming at our guests.
1pm: Missy, you are not a fruit bat.
2pm: Begins about 6 hours of cleaning. Fixing up the outdoor rabbit cage and playpen, so I can put rabbits in it and maybe actually get some sleep tonight. Also cleaning other cages, feeding fish, and cleaning my room, you know, getting pee out of the carpet and stuff. 5 pets peck me, poke me, and prod me with their paws, while I'm working.
9pm: Finally, I can sit down. Missy comes and sits on me. Poos all over my pajamas. Sigh.

Friday.

5am: Missy has a night fright. SO close to sleeping through the night! No, you may not sleep in my bed.
7am: I'm in pain from cleaning yesterday. Can't really move.
10am: Missy, you've been out of your cage twice already today, what more do you want? Rabbit, don't hide from me. I need to see your tummy where the stitches were.
8pm: I'm trying to do the dishes. Missy crawls from my shoulder, down my back, around my butt, and stands on the edge of the sink about to jump in. NO. So she decides to annoy her "Grandma" and "Grandpa" instead. That is, my parents.

Saturday.

9am: The usual. Clean cages, and poop. Feed and water everyone. Prepare vegetables for everyone.
11am: Missy, WHY did you poop in your food?
2pm: Got pooped on again...ok, I think everyone gets the idea. The end. :)