Mr. Independent

Now that I am older I have to fend for myself. Not only that but I also eat a lot more too. Because I'm so active, I burn through a lot of food. Before the family had to force me to get back in the cage to eat, when I've been roaming through the house all day. But now...it's a whole different story. Mom is mighty pleased that I go downstairs when I'm hungry & help myself. She doesn't have to babysit me anymore. Sometimes they look for me wondering where I've run off to & then they hear the crunching of sunflower seeds & they know it's lunchtime or dinnertime. Yeah I know, I'm pretty independent, eh?

Watch your step

You know what I hate? Being short! You know what I love? Heights! I love being perched up on the curtain railings to watch all the comings & goings. Sort of like me checking out the lay of the land! It's fun until I want to get down & get in on the action.

But I hate having to walk on the ground, especially when the family is walking around with me. Not that they'd step on me or anything. They're much too careful. I just hate having to 'follow' them around. And so I've learned to adapt & anticipate where I think they're going to go & just plain walk ahead of them. I am so fast going down the steps & they get confused when I overtake them! Yeah I sure do. Hopping sure does some in handy.