When the woman takes me out to the sun porch (it's too chilly to camp out now), she pauses at the top of the steps and asks, "Do you want to fly?" I will sometimes fly over to my cage. I like flying to my cage-it's got a big landing spot. I am not so good at the whole landing thing.
Sunday I flew down the hall and into the kitchen and came to rest on top of the white box. I can't open the white box, so I began opening the boxes on TOP of the white box. OHHHH yes yes yes, I love those boxes. Some of them have little packages inside of them-and you can rip open THOSE packages and there are oats and sugar! Some to eat, some to throw on the floor, some to walk in--OH fun fun fun fun!
Now, I know the woman does not like for me to open cabinets and shred the things inside, but something sitting on top of the white box seems fair game. But, here she came saying "no no no no Oliver."......hmpph. Then she took me out to my cage and gave me a toilet paper roll to shred. But I wanted to shred oat-boxes!
Monday morning she gave me a "puzzle bowl" with a toilet paper roll stuffed with peanuts and a little plate of soft beans in it. That was fun fun fun! She's finally getting the idea-I like SOME new things, just not too many new things all at once. That scares me a little.
She's also working out something so I can safely interact with the dogs more. She mentioned something about getting down on their level....I wonder what's up with THAT? The Moon still spends the most time with me. I like the Prissy better, but she doesn't like it that I can talk and say her name, and when she's around I can't help myself, I must taunt her.
The Molly is as big as the Moon now. She doesn't run when I taunt her, but I'm not sure if she's entirely sure if she wants to eat me or play with me. GOOD LORD-what kind of animal is she?