And doesn't mind his 'new' bed at all...sshhhhh...don't tell him it's a cage. I couldn't help it. When I'd get up in the night to go to the bathroom, he'd think it was play time. And this folks...is playtime....
I can no longer leave clothes sorted on the floor. My Mom came over the other day and asked why my underwear were in the middle of the floor!
I pick up after him all day long.
Because when he's not sleeping, he's going 100 miles an hour.