this is what she does all night while we try to sleep.
it's not so much loud as it is constant and a certain muted jangle that goes straight up your spinal cord... poor Christoper and I have each had a night so intolerable we've staggered to the foyer with the cage, half asleep and half clothed. she's gonna have to live in there from now on, the cat is a bum anyway.
look at it, her spirit yearns to be free. i give her the brightly colored wood chew blocks. i even put in an variety of colors, just ya know, whatthefuckever. if i was a hamster i would want to chew on that, not cold LOUD CLANGY metal bars. dumbass. i think she just wants to get beat