King Poggles

I am King Poggles.  I am supreme rule of the lower realm, the one on the floor in the living room.

 My job is a difficult one.  I have to eat all the food in my bowl every day and make sure the water bowl is drunk up.  Each night, I train for future glorious battles by running on my wheel.

 It's not easy being a great hedgehog king.

I have a Queen Mother that loves me and takes care of me.

 Well, at least she says she loves me.

 But she makes me take baths. 

Even though she knows I hate baths.

What's the point of being a king if you can't say no to baths?

 She says I can't eat too much junk food too. 

 I thought being a king was all about eating an endless supply of junk food.

 Mealworms, cheese, Ensure, random weird stinky stuff... more cheese...

 I should be allowed to eat EVERYTHING!

... and not take baths.

Have a happy week!

The Little Ruffian

Yesterday, when I went to take a nap...

I discovered that my bed had been taken over.

A little ruffian demanded food and drink.

He scoffed at my offer of water on a teaspoon.

But heartily ate of the food I had.

 When the food ran out, the ruffian grew restless.

 And ran off into the night.  To what strange places will he travel next?  I do not know, but wish him well.

 (Have a happy day!)

Poggle's New Tube

We bought Poggles a 4.5 inch curved PVC tube.  At first, it was hard to convince him it was a good idea.

 He went into the tube, but he didn't get it.

He just sat there and looked around.

He even gave me his miserable face!

But then he discovered that it was fun to turn around in it.

He could go out one side.

 And then come back on the other side.

 He even ventured out of the tube and slid down the side of the quilt.  That was fun too, so he made a couple trips up and down his "slide".

 Then he would go back to the tube and turn around in it, round and round.  Funny boy.

Finally, he found some clothes to burrow under, made himself a nest, and settled down for a good, long nap. What a fun day!

The Take-Out Window

Poggles gets hand-fed every day.  Yesterday he discovered "the take-out window".

The side of his cage has a sliding door and I opened it for business.  If he comes to the take out window and clambers up, he can take a piece of food to go!

He usually eats the small pieces right there in front of me (with great relish!), but he takes the bigger pieces of food to-go.  They are too scary to eat at the take out window so he takes them under his wheel to eat in secret.

Silly Poggles!

Inside The Lair Of A Sleeping Beast

Let's take a peek at what goes on inside of the lair of of a sleeping beast.

Okay, I know he looks incredibly cute and all, BUT DON'T BE FOOLED!!!

He's awake! Quick! Hide!

Noooooo! He's found us!

Aaaggghhhhhhhhhhh! He's going to eat us!

He's going to... wait... he's turning around... he's... Oh, he's unimpressed.

Apparently we're not WORTH eating.

He's going back to sleep now. Shucks... and it was getting SO INTERESTING! Lol...

Enjoy!

Fish Soup With Potato And Carrots... And Evil Crayfish

It was feeding time at the Tai Aquarium, and my sister showered down an assortment of microwaved potatoes and carrots. Instantly, the tank was one giant pot of fresh fish soup with potatoes and carrots.
Angelic silver goldfish (a.k.a. Iron Man) came to examine the generous spread.
Toad and Charlie Chaplin also strolled by. For the purpose of this story, we shall say that they just picked at the food delicately. In reality, they were all a bunch of piglets.
Schools of tiny guppies pecked eagerly at the potatoes and carrots, while peaceful Freddy just sucked on the glass, content to just wave his tail intermittently to send the food a-stirring.
All was peaceful, that is, until the EVIL CRAYFISH suddenly appeared. He grabbed at the carrots, calling the potatoes pathetic, as his whiskers twitched greedily.
Satisfied with his hoard of carrots, the EVIL CRAYFISH reached out and pinched Freddy's tail. What a meanie!
Then he backed away into the rocky hills, cackling over his handfuls of carrots and his evil deed of the day.
He ran down the rocky hills.
Dashed into his cave,
and smacked his lips over the tasty carrots. Yum, yum, yum! What an evil crayfish!