Won Ton Antics

Is majestic. Is grand. Is only sometimes splitting of ear drums.

Classic. The golden child, everybody.

The face of trouble.

Imagine my lack of shock when such an open minded and mature individual tags me in something but blocks at same time so they don't have to face the consequences of logic or their lack of it added on top of a LOGICAL AND FACTUAL challenge to their thought processes. Cower away, my little prejudiced flea. Cower away.

"Oh!" Too late. Eye contact made. "You pet me now?" "You pet me now." Commence scritches. *She actually has two cages. That's her day time one where she generally chills or screams from while I'm working. That rope perch connects to the larger night/nest cage. She can freely travel between both and me any time.