It may be time to get the sliding door fixed. Humom has to leave it open when she leaves, and at all times, since it doesn't slide. Today she came back from yet another shopping trip to find a rather large bird with extremely tattered tail-feathers fluttering around the room. She became rather fluttery herself, trying to guide the avian out the door making squeaky noises the while. I tried to preserve my sangfroid, and smiled at humom's praise of me for not slaughtering the visitor. What happens in Waikiki, stays in ... The flustered creature finally tired of humom's ineffectual wavings and squeezed out between the window louvers. No doubt to visit the Zoo across the street, where it's calmer. What does a gal have to do to get her zzzs in?
--- Missy out
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