We had a routine, my piggies and me. They wheeked when I came home from work, (its veggie time), and a few other times during the evening. All was well.
All was well till I made a 3rd level to my cage. When I wake up this morning to get dressed to go to work, as my retired husband is sound asleep (he wishes there were no such thing as piggies) my piggies are gathered on the 3rd floor watching clearly at 6:30 a.m., in unison, their melodic voices travel through my bedroom "WE SEE YOU" WE SEE YOU" "WE SEE YOU" as I try to get my pants and blouse on watching my husband stirring in the bed hoping beyond hope that I can run out before mayham starts. No such luck, "WHEEK, WHEEK, WHEEK", what could they possibly want from me this early. They have their food, water is filled, hay is ready and waiting. Nothing is different from any other morning. I pet them hoping this would quiet them down. No such luck. My husband raises his head from the pillow with closed eyes rambling, "whats going on"?, I run into the kitchen and quickly retrieve 2 stalks of romain hearts. I throw them at my piggies, holding my breath........aah, all is quiet once again. My husbands lays back down snoring as I run to get my pocketbook and keys and make a dash for the door.
So much for a 3rd level where they can now see me.
All was well till I made a 3rd level to my cage. When I wake up this morning to get dressed to go to work, as my retired husband is sound asleep (he wishes there were no such thing as piggies) my piggies are gathered on the 3rd floor watching clearly at 6:30 a.m., in unison, their melodic voices travel through my bedroom "WE SEE YOU" WE SEE YOU" "WE SEE YOU" as I try to get my pants and blouse on watching my husband stirring in the bed hoping beyond hope that I can run out before mayham starts. No such luck, "WHEEK, WHEEK, WHEEK", what could they possibly want from me this early. They have their food, water is filled, hay is ready and waiting. Nothing is different from any other morning. I pet them hoping this would quiet them down. No such luck. My husband raises his head from the pillow with closed eyes rambling, "whats going on"?, I run into the kitchen and quickly retrieve 2 stalks of romain hearts. I throw them at my piggies, holding my breath........aah, all is quiet once again. My husbands lays back down snoring as I run to get my pocketbook and keys and make a dash for the door.
So much for a 3rd level where they can now see me.