Firstly, I apologize for my lack of blog posts. I've been very busy with passing holidays, and my job has picked up it's pace.
To begin, I'll say I don't have children, and frankly I'm very much on the fence of having children in the future.
In return, I have 2 sugar gliders that are - essentially, like my children.
People sometimes scoff at me, or say "They're just tiny rats, what love can they give?" and usually those kind of people with those comments I pity; because they don't understand nor have they ever had that deep or intense of love or relationship with any animal.
It always surprises me, how much love animals can give so unconditionally. Without bias, or without underlying intent. Just pure love. Even in the smallest and seemingly "brainless" of animals.
Coming back around to my point: I figure I'd take a moment to share a sweeter, intimate moment with my Fur-babies.
This morning has not been a pleasant morning. I woke up with a jerk from my phone alarm and it felt like sin to leave my bed. The air was cool, and I had just hit that beautiful warm pocket where the bed is MOST comfortable... Figures.
I roll myself out of bed, and try to make a cup of tea, only to have the water spill onto my hand - damn near dropping the kettle onto my bare feet in the process of nursing fresh burns.
Managing to stumble back to my domicile/office (My bedroom) I manage to set up my work station and clock in.
I work in finance, so a lot of businesses are scrambling to finish their end-of-year business and get everything situated for the new 2021 year.
Translated:? I'm busy. Very very busy.
I can't/won't give deep details - but one very very large client has decided to take it upon themselves to issue an Email to their suppliers they do business with. Informing them of an upcoming payment. Most of them with high dollar amounts.
And of course - not issue the payment behind it. (Mind you I work with well over 300 client-companies. So one big one pulling this move is extremely cumbersome.) So majority of my phonecalls today have been suppliers for this primary company. Questioning where their money is. This right after the passing holidays?
Everyone wants to be paid as soon as possible...
So I've been spending majority of my morning taking calls, using skills of soothing and ass-patting to reassure suppliers that yes; they are getting paid. Yes, we are speaking with the client. No, I cannot forcefully send the money since I'm with the issuing bank.
Then comes my sugar gliders. SUPPOSED to be Nocturnal. But Giliath has taken it upon herself to grab her favorite toy- which is her toddler baby keys. --Yes. They have toddler toys in their cage. Primarily this plastic jailer-ring with fake plastic keys of which, Gili has taken the obsessive shine to. -- and rattle them all over the cage, slap them against the bars, and in her attempt to hide them in one of the hidey holes- which might I mention is too small for them to fit- she drops them to the floor of the cage in a clatter. Then, there's Ithildin is perched in her wheel, barking. (Yes, Barking.)
For those of you who do not know Sugar Gliders (which I imagine is a good many, since they're considered an exotic animal.) The link below provides an example of a Sugar Glider barking.
Adorable when you first hear it. Nails on chalkboard, scratch at your ears, "I-will-not-eat-my-pet"- mantra inducing irritation after 2 hours of this. To boot, my suppliers can hear them on my RECORDED phone calls when I'm supposed to be working for a bank...
Damned it all.
When I finally get off a call and find a moment; I get up and tried to soothe them. Give them a treat, pet them, mutter to them "I love you, you assholes." and try to tuck them into their pouch for a good-day's sleep. Since it's pushing 11am and for whatever reason - they're still awake!
I pull on my hoodie and try to hide them in the modified arm rest. I had the openings covered with mesh and the top of the arm warmer has a zipper installed. So both sugar gliders can sleep in my hoodie in a make-shift pouch and I don't have to worry about them getting loose if they decide to wake up.
Nope. That wasn't going to cut it today. Ithildin zipped out of the hand-warmer and bee-lined for my hair to hide behind my neck. Giliath decided it was more interesting to jump back to the cage, run around, then jump back on to me, pee on my hoodie, and then go back into the cage. That's what she thought of the damnedable arm warmer this morning.
Needless to say, my morning was getting my blood pressure up. I managed to shake both marsupials off into the cage. Ripped my hoodie off, opened the cage again to try and wheedle them into their pouch so they would sleep.
Both of them raced back up my arm to my shoulder. Then down my chest and burrowed into my shirt. Now, sometimes yes. They do sleep in my shirt, or they sleep in my hoodie.
Both tit-gremlins nestled in-between my breasts and managed to make almost like a hammock out of my tank-top and stare up at me with the most adoring eyes, then they gave me the "Sleepy squint" as fatigue overtook them, then curled up and went sleep. It seemed today, they wanted "Tree-Mommy." (Me.)
Example of said "Sleepy Squint" - Ithildin, 2016
I couldn't stay angry or frustrated. Instead, I felt my heart overflow and I cried a little bit. It's like they knew I just needed some love. Placated and unable to be angry. How can I get frustrated or angry when I have them so close?
So easily they took my crappy morning, and flipped it. It utterly astounds me how 2 tiny animals - can be so full of love and devotion.
So often people dismiss even the smallest animals as brainless or stupid. When that couldn't be further from the truth.
Regrettably, I cannot take a picture of both sugar gliders currently because they're deep in my tits, and frankly. Even if I did take a picture - you probably wouldn't see them past the bright pale white of my flesh.
So instead have a few better pictures.
(Yes, they are holding hands in that picture. I about died from the cuteness too.)
Have a good day, ladies.
And have a good day- reader/Cage Dwellers.
