Daddy has not been happy with me lately. Ever since we got back, I’ve had accidents at night. I normally just sleep through the night and go potty when Daddy comes down and lets us out. Now, though, I can’t make it. I’ve had to poop in the floor every night. Daddy hasn’t been too mean about it, but I know he gets mad cleaning it up. I can’t help it, though. I have to go, and when I smell where I pooped the last night, I just go. Daddy told me not to do it anymore, but I did one more time. So, now, I sleep in the cage. I thought it wouldn’t be comfy, but I really like sleeping in my cage! MY CAGE! I can protect my area, but now I’m only responsible for the cage, not the whole house. It’s like a load has been lifted off my shoulders. I sleep good now, Daddy doesn’t have to clean up poop, and I don’t have to worry about Mommy or Daddy getting mad.