Yesterday, Dad and Sis took Furball out to play while I washed its cage.
Gross stuff, the urine hardened the wood shavings to the cage and it's stained. ): And ever since then, Furball got bolder.

It now runs when it hears its name because it knows food's here. It comes sniffing at the chopstick used to pick its shit because it thinks its the hay. It snatched the hay out of your hand once the hay gets into its mouth. And, it attempts to climb out of the cage! Stupid thing.

I was so sick of clearing its shit, so I got Li to do it today.
Hahahaha, retarded him allowed the not-as-tame Furball to sniff his fingers. And Furball bit him. Oooo, the mark IS deep but at least now I know Furball has blunt teeth. It's like human biting your fingers, and the mark doesn't stay for long. Still, I don't like things that bite and scratch. I'm not letting Furball's mouth anywhere near my fingers.

But I'm glad. At least it shits more in the toilet bowl after I cleared it out. Guess it's a clean freak.