One morning we woke up and he had gotten out of his cage. We automatically blamed Miss Suki- our cat. Adam was even looking for evidence deep in her furry fur coat. But she would have left him for us to see. (A dreadful thought!) The boys and I got lots of lectures from the Mr. about not leaving the cage open, in reach of Suki and "this is why we don't watch other people's pets!" But then we found him. His cage was on the washer, which is right off our kitchen, and upon further inspection, he was sitting behind the washer and dryer- in a pile of lint. We finally reached him, and when we put him in his cage, he spit out a marble he found back there. I bet he had the night of his life!