



Either that or he sleeps on his back with his hands and feet sticking up in the air. It scares the crap out of me. Once I took him on a road trip; I stuck his whole cage in my back seat. Every time the poor guy tried to sleep, I'd look in the rear view mirror, see four pink feet waving in the air, and scream, "Oh NOOOOO! QUAAAAAAARK! SPEAK to me!!!" Poor guy didn't sleep a wink all day.
Quark passed away on the morning of 23 December, 2001. Sweet, precious Quark. As your Daddy put it, you were like a little bit of sunshine.
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