Twice he's caught them. Both times after being used as chewing gum they flew away. Then we go back to jail while dad works in California. He couldn't take us this time. As punishment for him it's 110 degrees there and the air is totally full of smoke from 11 forest fires in the area. Serves him right for leaving us. We're gtting used to it. We're starting to realize he always comes back for us. Even Isaac's not upset anymore when he goes into the cage. We do wish we could be with our papa all the time, though. We're extra cuddly when he gets back. (Click on the pictures for bigger, more expressive versions)
and to be honest, we've really scored on the treats lately.
We got tiny pieces of ice cream sandwiches, chicken and fish jerky, and we've been swimming a lot.
See you all when dad gets back!