Oh boy... It's that time of year again. Weird creatures running about our home, and Mom finally had to get me out of my good cage and put me to bed in the yucky one . . .

With age, I've grown quite accustomed to guests arriving and staring at me through my beautiful cage doors. As long as the humans appear to be rather normal, (i.e. two eyes, a nose, ears that I'd love to bite, and arms and legs that remain almost motionless) I don't mind, and have come to enjoy at times, the attention.


After the first two had arrived, I remained quite calm. Other than some dark toys which hid their eyes, these two seemed quite harmless. I even muttered 'she's clucking' which seemed to fascinate the female human, and she stood there staring at me for quite some time.


But as more and more unrecognizable humans arrived, Daddy thought it might upset me, so Mommy put me to bed in my old cage in the bedroom. This may not have been the brightest of ideas, Mom, because Daddy felt the necessity to keep showing off his new flat-screen TV to all the weird creatures. The new TV-toy was, of course, located in the bedroom, right next to my old cage.


That rather tall police-woman human I recognized. She'd taken care of me years ago, and had about as much sense as Mommy does at times. She had stuck her finger right into my cage, I got all fluffy, and of course bit her. Believe you me, she wasn't happy about it. Mommy had to hear about that one for quite some time. But that human seems a bit wiser now, staying clear of my cage, and just performing her usual ritual of yelling quite loudly, 'Luuuuucy, I'm home!', and 'You've got some splaining to do!'. Not sure what that's all about, but she's always consistent.


My tolerance quickly ended with the entrance of that human who was as red as my tail, and that white female human who was evidently attempting to look like a big bird. I fluttered and flapped and fluffed up just as big as I could be. I mean, the nerve! Mommy should know that I'm the only winged creature to be permitted under her roof!


Well the night lingered on, and after all had viewed the new TV toy, I was able to settle in for a quiet snooze.


Mommy arrived for bed, still looking awfully pale and her hair was much darker than usual. But I was happy to have her near, and she reassured me that it would be an entire year before these scary creatures returned. Ah... on that note I buried my head in my wing, and dreamt of my favorite things (tickle, apples, carrots, grapes, Mommy, and, oh yeah, tacos - not necessarily in that order).