I had been joking around about how Freckles would think that her beloved daddy had taken all the stuff from the house and not told me how to get to the new house. I forgot to consider the smartest beastie in the house.
Jules is pissed. The SO says she looking at him like she knows what he did. She knows he killed me and hid the body. I took her up to the new house and set her up on Friday. She was perfectly happy. On Saturday with all the excitement of movers bringing stuff in she was having fun, I hear. There has never been a hubbub that a bird doesn’t enjoy. But now, life is boring and her human isn’t there. She’s never trusted the male human and now it seems that her suspicions are being proved right.
He’s put me on speaker every night to talk to her. She doesn’t care about his tricks. Today he left the radio on for her. He tested channels for her and she liked the pop music best. She likes to sing and dance. I’m also recommending bribery with bananas and bread/pizza crusts.
I’m going to have to have some serious cuddle time with her when I get back. I have a feeling I’m going to get bit too in order to punish me for stressing her.