Who Knew?

Who knew that getting the cage cleaned was such exhausting work?

Mabel and Wedgwood spent the entire time wandering around the living room, exploring every nook and cranny.  Mabel discovered my desk (ooh, paper to nibble) and behind the pig table (maybe there's a stray pellet or two?).  Wedgwood followed her everywhere - loops around the couches, exploring around the edge of the living room.  They ranged far and wide.  Wedgie never went that far on her own.  In fact, she was so distracted she barely noticed the grids blocking the ramp to the cage (which she usually impatiently rattles to return home).

They were fun to watch.  Mabel was so outgoing.  Obviously she's feeling better - the two of them were on the move non-stop for a half hour.

When Wedgwood and Mabel returned to the cage they both flopped.  Neither had the energy to explore the cleaned cage.  That's unheard of!  Wedg eventually mustered the gumption to explore the third floor.  After that she reclined in front of the water bottle or the hay or the pellets and rested in between eating.  Meanwhile Mabel simply slid a foot or so towards the corner, then stretched out.  And that was it for a while. 

It's a good thing I only clean the cage once a week - it's evidently a lot of hard work.  Whew.