A very disgruntled Flynn on his back in my lap
Flynn being held by one of my housemates, Stephanie. (She's surprisingly good at catching him offguard- literally mid-hop! He always seems to know what's coming if I try to pick him up, but not her.
I've been working with Flynn on handling, and he's slowly but surely coming around. Don't get me wrong--he still loathes being picked up. However, once you actually get him up in a secure position, he tolerates it. Of course, he doesn't enjoy it, but oh well. We're making some progress.
He has recently picked up the annoying habit of pulling the carpet out in front of his cage. I always find a bunch of little carpet threads strewn about and catch him in the act loads of times. My temporary solution? Stretching out a manly pink towel in front of his cage, so he can't reach the carpet. He doesn't seem to want to carpet-pull anywhere else, so we'll see how this works. The towel actually looks kind of nice- like a doormat or something
Flynn's manly new doormat.
For some reason, Flynn doesn't know how to jump up on things. He never has. So instead, he begs pathetically by my bed to be helped up. Usually, when I'm studying, if I look down I can expect to find this pathetic little face looking up at me.
He has claimed this sock as "his". He originally stole it out of my laundry hamper while snooping in the closet (he always wants to go in there, have to make sure the door is shut at all times!). Now, he drags it around with him to whatever new napping spot he finds- which, at the moment, seems to be under my dresser.
