Look at little Birdy Lump. She’s lying there again right now (the photo is from yesterday), but today she’s all curled up and snoring. It’s nice to see her rejoining the rest of the house (ie, me and the other pets). She still panics if Nova comes over to her, but she’s starting to stand her ground a bit better. If Nova weren’t such a rambunctious puppy, it would be okay — Birdy puts up with Henny, and they still form their little gang thing, where they wander around the house together while Birdy shouts her complaints to the world.
Speaking of Henny, she magically learned how to use the sofa stairs. Or her jealousy over Nova being on the sofa finally motivated her to use them. She used to sleep on the couch in Minneapolis the whole time, but she never got the hang of getting up on the ones in Hinckley, until recently. Sometimes she’ll even let me sit on the sofa at the same time. I have no idea where she is at the moment, but Nova is on my lap, under my laptop, and Birdy is acting as an armrest, with her head under my elbow. Pet animals are weird.
