More Moose
Mar. 20th, 2006 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kiffieMe and Mousie had an arguement over a box.
She stormed off (into the rain), more annoyed than angry I think, and I was left wondering if normal people have arguments with their pets over random objects.
The battle over the turtle tank has been going on who who knows how long, and I, for one, was glad that the Moose had turned her attentions away from it for a little while. And yet, I couldn't. The tank needed a new screen. We'd been scared of fruit flies (which isn't all that strange -- we have fruit flies in our kitchen a lot of the time; blame the fresh fruit) and knew that the old screen, full of holes as it was, wasn't doing us any favors. So, tonight, me and Mom cut a new screen and fit it on the tank.
The major upside to the lacerated hands and dozen or so small puncture marks in both our thumbs was that... we have won.
Mousie had taken to falling into the turtle tank on purpose. I don't know why she'd want to, but I think the heat lamp had something to do with it. None the less, she was doing it. Sometimes as many as three times a day. The old screen was supported by three sides of the tank. Falling in was easy -- she'd step and fall through the remaining, unsupported side. But when we cut it this time, we cut the entire thing too large by about five inches. All four sides are supported now. When she steps, she doesn't fall in.
Once we were done fixing the tank, Mom went and convinced the Moose to come back in. She was damp, but curious. Mom picked her up and plopped her on top of the tank. There was a moment of sheer amazement on her part -- "Oh God, why did they put me up here?!" that finally settled into an understanding that, no, falling in is impossible. She tried -- oh, did she try! Nothing she could do would make the screen cave.
She's just now jumped from the tank and walked off.
Ha ha. We have won.
She stormed off (into the rain), more annoyed than angry I think, and I was left wondering if normal people have arguments with their pets over random objects.
The battle over the turtle tank has been going on who who knows how long, and I, for one, was glad that the Moose had turned her attentions away from it for a little while. And yet, I couldn't. The tank needed a new screen. We'd been scared of fruit flies (which isn't all that strange -- we have fruit flies in our kitchen a lot of the time; blame the fresh fruit) and knew that the old screen, full of holes as it was, wasn't doing us any favors. So, tonight, me and Mom cut a new screen and fit it on the tank.
The major upside to the lacerated hands and dozen or so small puncture marks in both our thumbs was that... we have won.
Mousie had taken to falling into the turtle tank on purpose. I don't know why she'd want to, but I think the heat lamp had something to do with it. None the less, she was doing it. Sometimes as many as three times a day. The old screen was supported by three sides of the tank. Falling in was easy -- she'd step and fall through the remaining, unsupported side. But when we cut it this time, we cut the entire thing too large by about five inches. All four sides are supported now. When she steps, she doesn't fall in.
Once we were done fixing the tank, Mom went and convinced the Moose to come back in. She was damp, but curious. Mom picked her up and plopped her on top of the tank. There was a moment of sheer amazement on her part -- "Oh God, why did they put me up here?!" that finally settled into an understanding that, no, falling in is impossible. She tried -- oh, did she try! Nothing she could do would make the screen cave.
She's just now jumped from the tank and walked off.
Ha ha. We have won.
