And his name was Jacket (get it?).
Anyway, he used to sleep all day and go “Veep!!! Veep!!! Veep!!!” all fucking night long. Well, after being part of our family for a few years the adorably fuzzy Jacket went missing. We totally searched for him for a few days. He chewed his way out of his cage all the time, but always ended up back in there for snacks and a dirt bath. So, we didn’t take his missing status too seriously. We also did not miss the veeps.
So, about a year or so after Jacket went missing (assumed to be cat food or part of Los Angeles’ rodent population) my husband was cleaning out a room that had been full of 3 rooms worth of furniture (hate remodeling). He found a half eaten plastic “straw” cowboy hat and a mummified Jacket.
Tonight I am considering telling Cash the fable of “Chinchilla That Wouldn’t Let Mommy Sleep”. I think I will just drink a second glass of wine instead.