
The parrot's water was green and sludgy. he lost my house key - he used my computer and downloaded several cd's - in short - quell disaster. I know his mother - a sweet girl and most concsientious. She would have been appalled had i told her. My only conclusion re her son is that he saw the whole menagerie as a joke world owned by an eccentric old bag he had little respect for. All my little charges are now restored to equilibriam. Their brief exposure to the lifegaurd/qua babysitter is fading from their memory banks. All is well - the fat lady with the bikkies has returned to dote and turn a blind eye on the occasional indiscretions requiring paper towels and disenfectant. Harmony reigns. The dogs fall asleep and join in the snoring cacophany before the late night news - the cats stalk the squirels with bellies full and no sense of urgency, the parrot poops in her water knowing it will be miraculoulsy clean next morning and the little parakeets can resume sexual liasons knowing there is a plentiful supply of food and water. And I have taken my rightful place in the Savannah universe - i've screwed up a quilt
saved a baby snake from the cat and allied with a letter writing spider by placing the cat food under her web and shooing the flies that infest the dish towards her horrific maw. She is hell on wheels when they blunder into her web - and oh yes, just for good measure i accidently sewed over my finger with the sewing machine. in short, i am back.
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