||Five years old|
name is Tuffy, cause I'm tough as nails. I love Mommy, and Daddy,
too, when he lets me sit on his shoulder while he fools with the
computer. I stay in a cage all day, listening to birdcalls. I get one
hour's freedom each day, and have the run of the place. Then, it's
bedtime - back to my cage. Cage covered. Undisturbed, blissful sleep.
It's heavenly, because I am tired. I actually beg to be put to bed.
Sometimes, I dream I'm whipping a cat.
Mommy takes such good care of me. She's a pet lover if there ever was
one. She says I'm her favorite. I hope so. All the others are in the pet
cemetery in the back yard. Cheep! That's bird talk for giggle.
I have so many toys - a dump truck, a school bus, a little red wagon,
and if I named them all I would sound snotty. I have a 'Jungle Gym' so I
can perch and watch the squirrels and some of my outside bird buddies.
The hummingbirds love to tease me. They're just jealous of my nice home, though.