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elionwyrSome of the critter memories I most treasure are the ones that involve Prickles the porcupine.
Prickles had outlived her mate. When I made her acquaintance she was around 14 years old and slept more than anything else. When we were scheduled to clean her cage, we would make a ruckus by her door until she’d eventually rouse herself, give a good shake, and stumble out of her cage – either into an awaiting carrier or to a perch under an iguana tank – to doze off again until it was time to get her back into her freshly cleaned cage.
I started collecting quills from Prickle’s cage while I was cleaning – which taught me the very painful lesson of how one has a quill removed from one’s finger – which in my case involved hiding behind one keeper while another used forceps to pull the quill from my quivering hand – which is an experience I do NOT recommend!!
..Where was I?
Oh, yes. So I started collecting quills, regardless of whether or not she was in her cage. One day, Prickles noticed she had a visitor; and with a sleepy stretch and a shake of her back, she started to climb her way into my lap.
I did not scream.
I may, however, have squeaked.
Lesson learned: Be careful what you wish for. If you wish for a connection with a porcupine, you may find yourself with a lap full of quills wanting to be loved.
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State of the Owl's Nest:
I want to eat everything in sight. Dang oral fixation.
We are past the 1/4 mark! How did THAT happen?? I hope these blogs are proving to be interesting and varied enough..!
Lurk remains a sulky little puddle of fur. JT is feeling well enough that there may be a performance of the cat-o-phone later this evening..which will result in an audio post, if so.
*rubs hands together gleefully*
Prickles had outlived her mate. When I made her acquaintance she was around 14 years old and slept more than anything else. When we were scheduled to clean her cage, we would make a ruckus by her door until she’d eventually rouse herself, give a good shake, and stumble out of her cage – either into an awaiting carrier or to a perch under an iguana tank – to doze off again until it was time to get her back into her freshly cleaned cage.
I started collecting quills from Prickle’s cage while I was cleaning – which taught me the very painful lesson of how one has a quill removed from one’s finger – which in my case involved hiding behind one keeper while another used forceps to pull the quill from my quivering hand – which is an experience I do NOT recommend!!
..Where was I?
Oh, yes. So I started collecting quills, regardless of whether or not she was in her cage. One day, Prickles noticed she had a visitor; and with a sleepy stretch and a shake of her back, she started to climb her way into my lap.
I did not scream.
I may, however, have squeaked.
Lesson learned: Be careful what you wish for. If you wish for a connection with a porcupine, you may find yourself with a lap full of quills wanting to be loved.
Click Here to Donate
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State of the Owl's Nest:
I want to eat everything in sight. Dang oral fixation.
We are past the 1/4 mark! How did THAT happen?? I hope these blogs are proving to be interesting and varied enough..!
Lurk remains a sulky little puddle of fur. JT is feeling well enough that there may be a performance of the cat-o-phone later this evening..which will result in an audio post, if so.
*rubs hands together gleefully*