That big hand that feeds me has been dyeing up a storm lately, and the whole house smells like sheep. I thought a sheep was attacking me yesterday 'cuz my mom smelled like sheep instead of like hand, and I wouldn't come out.
She's been playing with those sticks that she won't let me chew, even though they look like great chew toys, all black and shiny like that. And she's playing with that string that I can't sniff or sit on.
But I did get to have some apples this morning, and I got a clean cage and lots of seeds. And I did get to write the blog, so I guess I can't complain too much.