Yesterday, I came home in the middle of the afternoon to find Wilbur laying on his blanket, eyes closed, and not breathing.
I called out to him. And he still didn't move like he normally does. He didn't squeak or chirp or even acknowledge my presence.
So, I reached out my hand to open the crate and...
he shot up like a rocket!!
Apparently, he sleeps in the mid-afternoon when I'm not around.
And he is not happy with me right now. I'm getting the sense that he wishes that I would just mind my own damn businees.
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