Good morning Friends,
After I wrote the Diaries last night I shut down my office computer and went back upstairs. Rachel had finally sobbed herself to sleep. I made the rounds on the first floor and looking up to the second floor I thought, sure, conceivably she could climb the stairs, she’s a good-sized hamster and the rug would make for a good grip but for what?
Dirty socks??? No, all the action, I was sure, would be on the first floor. I had a sudden urge to go back to the basement and make sure my computer shut down the way it should have so impulsive me went. Of course, I had forgotten to back out of some programs so I got the Not Responding, End Task prompt. I was Ending the Task when I heard something fall in my inventory room.
I got up to look and first thing I saw was piece of insulation hanging from the ceiling. My eyes went to the floor underneath it, covered with Avery office supplies. I had to step right up close to peer into the dark space between the assorted Self-Adhesive Index Tabs and the 5960 laser labels when I saw a familiar brown lump.
As I reached down to her, she started to scurry away, luckily what is scurrying to Jubs is a casual meander for the rest of us so I was able to get her quite easily. She was frantic and shaking as I picked her up, or maybe that was me.
I took her upstairs, and woke up Rachel. She was as ecstatic as she could be for having been awakened at midnight thirty. Rachel and I exchanged sighs and hugs as we put Jubs back in her cage, clucked over her like mother hens and rechecked all of the cage doors.
This morning we shared the good news with the boys and showed them the 8 foot drop that Jubs took. I instantly received 2 requests for a trip to the veterinarian “just to check her out” but believe I got out of it because Jubs rose to the occasion, got up and stretched and yawned and showed them she was o.k.
So for today, tragedy and a hefty vet bill have been averted.
Hope your day is as good or better.
Carol
