It's been a while.
But there hasn't been all that much to write about as I mostly slept, ate, slept, hid (ahem) from birds, slept a little more...you get the picture. My days were full of routines - and I do love a good routine, although between you and me I was a little bored. I miss my Whiggin. And Grey. And Black.
Then, a fortnight ago, something happened.
R and T went funny. Nervous.
They got my carry home out, but then went outside with it - without putting me in it. (I was in no hurry to correct them on this mistake.)
When they came back, carrying the carry home, there was something in it, squawking.
I was a little confused.
I was not having this! I ran to my beloved neighbour next door and would have stayed there longer, had it not been supper time.
I was not amused, I can tell you.
It was still dark outside!!
Rather than tell it off, R lay on the sofa with it.
What??! If that had been me I would have been told off!
I was so disgusted I just had to keep an eye on them both.
The little 'Thing' then insisted on following me around.
I made my disgust at this well known, hissing and chasing it (which was actually quite fun!)
At first I wanted to hurt it, but then as each chase went on, and it hid from me, I secretly started to enjoy it.
I didn't let on to anyone though.
That afternoon there I was on my perch when the 'Thing" came and sniffed at me.
I was shocked!
What utter disrespect, after all I had hissed at it to stay away!
I had no idea what to do.
I realized he was only a little dweeb, and clearly adored me.
He was clearly no threat, more like a toy.
And Albies do love toys.