Samantha's Babies
Day Thirty-two - July 23, 2000

  

I had been out of town for two days, the longest I had been away from the babies in their short lives, so I wondered how they would react to seeing me.  As soon as I came up to the cage, they all got excited and lined the entrance, waiting to come out.  I don’t know what happened to Samantha, though, because she looked like she hadn’t eaten a single thing the whole time.  She was so skinny.  But as soon as I put the plate of veggies down, she dug in with the rest.  They had plenty of food in the their cage, so it wasn’t like she was starving.  She just looked really skinny.

The babies were as hyper and vivacious as ever.   They sprinted all over the place like little bullets.  Anytime one would pass another, they’d both stop and start wrestling whereever they were. T-bone, as usual, came right to me when I let the babies out of the cage for the first time.  With only eight babies now, it’s a lot easier to keep track of who’s where.  I had cleaned out the cage in my room and put some of the rags from it in the bathroom.  This was a new place to play for the babies. They were climbing in and out of the old sweaters and shirts, finding new places to hide.

  
There’s only one girl left and she’s easy to distinguish from the others because he spine has a lot of black on it. Not as much as Rorschach, but more than the rest. I have named her Eppy, for “epsilon,” the fifth letter of the Greek alphabet (she’s the fifth girl).  Eppy can beat up any of her brothers in a wrestling match.  She’s a tough little chick.

When I put them to bed, if I call, they come running, no matter where they are. It’s pretty cool and I bet a lot of people wouldn’t believe it until they saw it. Eppy was playing behind the door and I called her, she came scampering over, right into my hand.  The only ones I had to get were the ones playing in the dirty sweaters and shirts in the bathroom that I took out of the other cage.  They were having too much fun to go to bed.

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