My name is Rocky. My human parents rescued me when I was a tiny baby. I was fed with an eye dropper for several weeks, every two hours, by my mom. My blog will follow my daily adventures. And believe me I have a lot of them!

Friday, December 18, 2009

I've been a bad, bad boy....

For some reason, I have been biting my mom. I don't know why, but I can't seem to help it. She is the one that feeds me and keeps my cage clean, yet I bite her. I don't bite dad, truthfully, he doesn't taste or smell as good as mom does.

So I am spending LOTS of time in my cage and I don't like it one little bit!

I've heard rumors that I will be living outside if I keep it up. And, I am scared.


  1. OH - don't bite your mommy! That's not good! Perhaps a little jealousy over daddy???

  2. Not good, not good at all. Have you ever heard the story about biting the hand that feeds ya? It is quite cold outside right now, I believe I would be kissing hands, not biting. ;-)