My free range is setup different. I have sticks going from the cage to the window. I also have plenty of sticks going down to the carpet.
I keep the bedroom door shut 24/7, so no cats. If i did have cats living in the room, they would not be in the room during cham time.
But you would be surprised how much chams like walking around the room on the floor. Mine loves to make a lap around the walls looking for rookie chams invading his territory. Then its look out the window for a few. And at some point he goes back to his cage on his own for sleeping.
All but one of my free range Melleri strolled through the house on the floor pretty regularly. Of course, once they learned the floorplan they would march from one sunny window to another during the day. They would insist on taking the same "safe" route each time. If there was an obstacle in the way, the cham would hesitate, rocking and dithering, one front paw hovering in the air. I also had a
F. verrucosus who would stretch out on his side in a sun-warmed patch on the carpet. I had several potted plant stands in front of windows, so the chams would climb up onto them and bask through the leaves. Mufindi in particular happened to be quite sociable and would sometimes climb up onto the couch and walk across my shoulders as I sat there reading. (S)he would sit next to my ear and allowed me to rub him under the chin.
Mufindi also carried on a long standing feud with the other cham in the plate glass door on my stereo cabinet. He'd plant himself in front of it and both would run through their whole territoriality repertoire. Wild spots and colors, inflating, tail lashing and curling, mad ear flapping, head bobbing, nose butting, gaping, hissing, and pawing. The finale usually ended up with Mufindi squeezing his way around behind the cabinet, then getting tangled in the mess of power cords and connector cables. And needing to be rescued by me. He was sure he'd find that "other" cham
someday!
Sometimes one of the chams ended up detouring into the bathroom, but the bathroom was usually cooler than the main living area of the house. They'd end up on the cold tile between the tub and the toilet. Then their brains would slow down and there they'd sit until I retrieved them. Mufindi also seemed to enjoy taking a time out on top of the refrigerator's condenser fan housing. Guess he liked the warmth on his underside.
There are a couple of pretty funny stories about my house-strolling chams I'm sure I've shared here before. For those who haven't read them, they are at the bottom of this reply.
Hornworms and the UPS man:
One of the plant stands sat in the window at one side of the front door. It got sun much of the day. One day one of the Melleri was basking there when I decided everyone deserved a nice juicy hornworm snack. Duly accepted with their usual gracious rapacity, though how one can be graceful while eating a gooey thing like a hornworm only a cham knows. Anyway, at that moment, the UPS man rang the doorbell. As he handed over the package he spotted something moving on the plant stand and his eyebrows shot up. I made the introductions. Instead of the usual "wow, how beautiful!" he stepped back wrinkling his nose with disgust. I looked at the cham. It had a long sticky string of hornworm guts hanging off of its chin.
Melleri and the houseguests:
My dad's family had lived in Front Range CO for generations. As chance would have it, I ended up taking a job in Denver and buying my first house about 5 miles from "my" generation of the same family. I'd never met them. Anyway, both sets of parents insisted we meet and carry on the multi-generational relationship. OK, fine. We planned a pizza-and-a-movie afternoon at my house. I ordered pizzas for them to pick on the way. The kids were in charge of the movie. They chose the first sequel of
Jurassic Park. I'd never seen it. Anyway, as I rushed around tiding up the place, Mufindi decided to take his daily constitutional through the house. He'd parked himself behind the fridge for a while as usual. I forgot all about him.
My guests showed up with cooling pizza and movie a bit behind schedule, so instead of my planned tour and introduction to the residents of the free range room, we all gathered in the living room to enjoy those first instead. Not a peep from Mufindi.
During one of the more gruesome feasting scenes was the time Mufindi chose to make his entrance. All three of the visiting kids were sitting in an enraptured row on the couch, pizza clutched forgotten in their hands, eyes glued to the TV. As were mine. Too late to react, I spotted Mufindi who had just climbed up the back of the couch and was reaching out to put a paw on one of the kids' shoulders. As soon as he felt the soft touch, the kid whipped around in time to see a googly-eyed green and yellow striped dinosaur's head right next to his face. He screamed at the top of his lungs. The other kids took one look and catapulted off the couch. Both parents leaped out of their chairs, dad yelling "What the F is THAT!"
Apologies and introductions followed. Mufindi was unphased by all the commotion. After all, it was HIS couch!