Oi - HANG ON, HUMAN

What on earth's going on? Much as we welcomed Harry the Rescue Gerbil into our home there is a limit, you know. Our human, and I stress the word OUR, came home with a cage. Not just any old cage but a massive cage - 12 inches by 30 inches and about 15 inches high. All for HARRY! One night of disturbed sleep, he gets a new wheel. Actually, he gets OUR old wheel. A week of banging his toys into the cage and thus into the thin wall beside her bedroom and he gets a NEW CAGE. I think it's time to have a conference with my sister, Bluebell, and the twins, Jaz and Gipsy. Anything you can do, Harry, we can do better. She's got the nerve to put the whole thing together in our room. OUR ROOM. The other three have gone to bed in disgust. I'm monitoring the goings on from the bottom of the cage. She even rang the boy to get his permission to spend £50 on it. She asked HIM for money advice. Has the world gone mad? As the Derbyshire fancy rats say at times like these: R We Reet, or What? She's just told the boy, in our presence, that it's suitable for 4 to 5 gerbils. The cheek of it. Best get some sleep. I think we all ought to go into action at five am. I know she also hates being woken up. Let's see if we can get the useless boy to blame her. Tee Hee.