I so wish at least one of my babies could talk, because I'm dying to know what happened between Pookie and MoMo today.
When I got up and checked on everyone this morning, I saw that Pookie's ladder was tilted, as if he'd used it to climb out. Being it was only 8:30am, there was no way that he'd be up already, especially since his blankie was still neatly tucked the way I had left him last night. I turned to check on MoMo and she was already up and on alert (which was very out of sorts for her). Seeing MoMo that way, I went back to Pookie's house to see if maybe I simply missed seeing him sitting on the couch or tree branch or the stuffies -- NOPE. I picked up his blankie in hopes that maybe he curled up during the night and that's why I didn't see his tail poking out -- NOPE. "Oh no! What happened to my baby?!? Where did he disappeared to so early?!?" At this point, a smidge of panic had set in and I started to mentally plan my search, but first I had to let in some light so I walked over to the window to open up the shades. :shock: "WHOA! What are you doing on the couch?!?" Somehow, Pookie decided to 1) quietly sneak out of his burrito, 2) camouflage himself on the couch and tan blanket, and 3) have a stare down with MoMo. Strangely enough, he didn't have a black beard, wasn't flared, and wasn't head bobbing -- just sat there staring, almost catotonic like. For as calm as Pookie was, MoMo was just the opposite. She kept head bobbing and giving him death glares, but all of that never got a rise out of him.
When I got home from work, Pookie was hiding under the table that his house sits on. As soon as I plucked him out and plopped him on the couch, MoMo immediately went bug-eyed, flared out her little beard, and took a flying leap off of her monkey. She went totally nuts, full black beard, head bobs like she was a bobble head doll, foot stomps, and glass dancing like it was going out of style. If she was able to, she would've flew up/out of her tank and went after Pookie! Just like he'd done in the morning, Pookie never reacted negatively. Instead, he glass danced (while sitting on my hands) and even flinched when MoMo charged at the glass. It was as if I walked into The Twilight Zone and the roles had been reversed!
Oh god, the ceiling aliens had taken over my babies' bodies! :help:
When I got up and checked on everyone this morning, I saw that Pookie's ladder was tilted, as if he'd used it to climb out. Being it was only 8:30am, there was no way that he'd be up already, especially since his blankie was still neatly tucked the way I had left him last night. I turned to check on MoMo and she was already up and on alert (which was very out of sorts for her). Seeing MoMo that way, I went back to Pookie's house to see if maybe I simply missed seeing him sitting on the couch or tree branch or the stuffies -- NOPE. I picked up his blankie in hopes that maybe he curled up during the night and that's why I didn't see his tail poking out -- NOPE. "Oh no! What happened to my baby?!? Where did he disappeared to so early?!?" At this point, a smidge of panic had set in and I started to mentally plan my search, but first I had to let in some light so I walked over to the window to open up the shades. :shock: "WHOA! What are you doing on the couch?!?" Somehow, Pookie decided to 1) quietly sneak out of his burrito, 2) camouflage himself on the couch and tan blanket, and 3) have a stare down with MoMo. Strangely enough, he didn't have a black beard, wasn't flared, and wasn't head bobbing -- just sat there staring, almost catotonic like. For as calm as Pookie was, MoMo was just the opposite. She kept head bobbing and giving him death glares, but all of that never got a rise out of him.
When I got home from work, Pookie was hiding under the table that his house sits on. As soon as I plucked him out and plopped him on the couch, MoMo immediately went bug-eyed, flared out her little beard, and took a flying leap off of her monkey. She went totally nuts, full black beard, head bobs like she was a bobble head doll, foot stomps, and glass dancing like it was going out of style. If she was able to, she would've flew up/out of her tank and went after Pookie! Just like he'd done in the morning, Pookie never reacted negatively. Instead, he glass danced (while sitting on my hands) and even flinched when MoMo charged at the glass. It was as if I walked into The Twilight Zone and the roles had been reversed!
Oh god, the ceiling aliens had taken over my babies' bodies! :help: