Cubby broke one of my Dad's model cars. My Dad and I worked on this one for a few months. So when he passed I took the car. I was cleaning the area around the car so I moved it to a near by table. Cubby knew he was not allowed on that table. So he jumped up then and jumped down after he hear the big crash. He ran under the bed and wouldn't come out. I thought I was going to have a stroke or a heart attack from the stress of it all.


Cubby also got out the window a few weeks ago. We started looking for him because I fed him and Rachel and Cubby didn't show up. He was out there for about 10 minutes. Then when I started to get mad at hubby for leaving the window open it started to hail and here comes Cubby, trying to get inside again. Thank God my back yard is all fenced in. There is no way he would have left the back yard unless he grew wings.


Rachel is perfect. She doesn't really do to much. Unless you call sneaking out the screen door bad. Except hubby and I were outside and saw the whole thing.