shame on you, you fool me once

Like the subject line? It's about my baby Froy. He's a gerbil. His brother is Scout. They rock. But unfortunately I've decided they must go back to Petco. It's a very hard decision to make because they are the cutest and I could watch them for hours and feed them treats until they are too full. But the thing is, they've been locked in my bedroom since the day I got them. I mean I play with them but it's hard because of Buddy. He finds the gerbs a little too interesting. He even dove in the cage last week when I had the door open and had Froy in my hands. Unfortuneately Scout was in the cage in his house and that's where Buddy's paw went. Luckily there were no physical injuries. But now Froy won't stop biting and he wasn't even the one attacked. With Scout, I can stick my finger thru the bars of the cage and he runs against it or holds on to it. Froy will just try to bite it off.

Buddy is always after them. It's not fair to anyone; the gerbs, the cat or me, because I don't get to play with them freely. I think it's best if they find a new home. I hate to say that. I love my gerbs. I'd rather my mom take them back to Petco but I'm the one who signed the adoption papers so I have to take them back. Ugh. This sucks hardcore. I should have brought them back as soon as Buddy tried to knock the cage off the bureau. Which was the day I got them. I would have been less attached at that point. But I wanted to see if Buddy would calm down if he had supervised visits with the gerbs in the cage and the cage on the floor. But nope that didn't work. He just tries to grab them thru the bars. Good thing his paws are big or else he'd get one in. It just really sucks. I had big plans for those guys, or at least as big as you can get for gerbils.

Also, we have an opportunity to get two more cats named Jake and Junior. They're my sister's cats. I guess with the twins coming, she and her husband want to get rid of them. If no one takes them and they have to bring them back to the shelter where they got them, I'll cry. Jake would get adopted in a split second. He's a big cuddle bug and loves everyone and he talks which is cute. But Junior? He's one of those cats that would probably be considered unadoptable. He was born on the streets and is still afraid of people. Well except for the ones he lives with. He's a feral kitty and I didn't see him once when I was at their house on Saturday. Jake on the other hand followed us all day. Then Mom tells me that if Jess n Ian had told us back in January that they were going to get rid of them, Mom wouldn't have adopted Buddy and she would have just taken Jake and Junior. Doesn't she know you can't say those things to me? But whatever. Mom says she'd be willing to take one but doubts they'd separate them. But ya know they might have to. I told Mom that if they did, we were taking Junior because he would never make it at a shelter because of his feral backround. She agreed. I doubt we'll even take the one though. *sigh*

On another note I've been having a good past few days. It's probably been about a week now. No deppression. But that could change after another week of downpours. Ick.

Did I also mention that I LOVE when Adam Lambert sings Black & White? Yeah, it makes me happy. Also love when Kris Allen sings Heartless.

And one last thing before I go. I signed up for The Spark Inside summer challenge. This year the hanfics are a collaboration effort. Last week I found out I'm partnered with Rene C (mizzc) — I can't remember if she spells it with one "e" or two. Oh well! LOL. But this should be very interesting and the stories won't be posted until September 1st. It's an all summer thing.

So that's it for now.

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So I've asked people how you can try to make someone that hates rats change their mind about them. All I've really heard is exposure. Now all I need to know is exactly how you expose someone to rats when you don't have any and don't know anyone who does. I'm definitely confused. I heard one girl begged her mom until she let her foster a pair from Mainely Rat Rescue. It took some time, but her mom eventually fell so much in love with one of the rats that she couldn't bear to give him back. They ended up adopting them. I mean, my mom doesn't have to be head over heels for them. She just has to like them enough to let me adopt a pair. Hell, she doesn't have to even like them, just tolerate them.

But whatever. It's not going to happen. I believe that so much that I got a pair of gerbils. Scout and Froy. I'm not sure if we can keep them. They're just locked in my bedroom because of Buddy. He can't leave them alone. He even dive-bombs the cage when I bring it in the livingroom. It's gotten to the point that Froy likes to fight back. Whenever Buddy sticks his nose in the cage, Froy nips him — which is kinda funny. But it's gotten to the point that now Froy nips anything that gets stuck thru the bars, including fingers. But he doesn't bite when you're holding him so that's good. :)

Scout on the other hand is very nice. He doesn't antagonize Buddy and stays away from the bars when Buddy is near. Also, when you stick your finger thru the bars he holds on to it to pull himself up onto his tiptoes to get a better look around. Or he puts his mouth againts your finger as if he's kissing you... Or more likely to see if you're edible :D

You're probably thinking I'm stupid for getting gerbils when I have a cat, right? Well, thing is, I've had two cats and a hamster all at the same time before. Once in a while Logan would jump on top of the tank but not often because she was scolded for it. Also she would run away from the hamster whenever it was out of the cage and tried to go near her. Unusual, I know. What's even more unusual is that MnM would actually let Jazzy crawl on her. She'd even give her piggyback rides, which she always got a treat for doing.

I thought that Buddy would calm down after a while. But of course he hasn't. I'm not liking this one bit. I think I might have been spoiled with Logan and MnM. They weren't your typical cats by any means. I don't want to keep my gerbs locked in my room and not play with them. Or lock myself in my room so I can play with them.

We'll try a glass aquarium first so they're safer from Buddy — and less messy with their bedding. (they like to dig like little meerkats) But I'm not sure what's going to happen. I kind of feel bad about getting them because of the way Buddy is reacting. But I've never had a cat react like this so how was I to know? *sigh*

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