Trading cages

When Rocky goes to Stella's cage, he usually plays in her cage liner or eats her food. Yesterday he took things a step further and went into her cage. He spent quite a long time sitting on her boing and chipping up her toys.

When I went to take a picture, he came out of his cage:In order to remind me how big and scary he is:
As I stood there, we started asking each other for kisses, and then giving them (verbally only; this is Rocky, after all!) Then we both got on with our respective business. Me: reading a book. Rocky: destruction.