Running Mad

As I sit here feeling every inch of the two miles I jogged this
afternoon, it ocurred to me just HOW MUCH our wee ones can run! Last
night I switched Lola's and Yoda's wheels, since Yoda runs laps now
and seemed to enjoy running UNDER Lola's wheel, and Lola runs so much
that she might as well have a solid jogger. The result is that I can
now track Lola's miles (Yoda's are now a mystery, though his feet get
plenty poopy). Lola ran three (3) miles last night, which seems about
on par with what these guys tend to do, but THREE MILES. What kind of
physique would I have if I ran 3 miles every day?!?

Well, and ate cat food. :)

I also am sad to share that Lola and Heddie's co-hab experiment ended
with them at eachother's throats, pretty literally. They seemed fine
over the weekend, though to be honest I didn't see much of their
actual interaction. Since there were no squaks nor evidence of
bloodshed, and since they had gotten on so well before, I figured
everything was fine.

Well, last night I woke Heddie up for a while with Lola, so I could
see how they interacted in their new set-up. Well, no sooner was
Heddie out of her pigloo than Lola was huffing and shoving. "Let them
sort this out," I thought. That lasted for about another 30 seconds
before Lola bit and PULLED, and Heddie latched on and pulled in turn.
I had to literally pull them apart. I quickly set Lola up in her old
set-up.

So, what went wrong? Could it be they could co-hab while running
around in my 15x10 living room and nothing smaller? I made a coroplast
and cube cage that was 3.6' by 2.5', which was admittedly smaller than
I had imagined but with a good amount of floor room. Too small for two?

What I really need to do is move into an apartment with space for
three hedgies, but that won't happen until August. I'll have to
re-think my plan...