She is having a ball. There are wild cockies that she calls to, other wild birds making a racket, she is enjoying herself.
She has half a room to herself, I am painting it out at present, it was dark and gloomy, I have just undercoated it, finally it will be pale yellow, the sun comes in there late in the afternoon. She has her night cage, her stand and her play cage all hooked up via branches that can be removed to suit the time of day.
The other half is my office which I use regularly.
In the mornings, I light the fire in the lounge, she gets on her stand and I bring her in here, the sun shines through these windows, she warms herself in it and the fire. We watch tv as we wake up for the day. I get her 'Hello Darlin' and her latest words 'Good Girl', she also makes kissing sounds to me.
We have a little hug and she gets to business with her morning fruit, I try to get over waking up, man I hate waking up, I need

for the sunshine

the dogs go outside, check out the chooks and KitKat, Casper twines himself through my legs looking for food, Peggy looks at him with her typical smug look, 'hey cat, I have breakfast, go suck eggs'

Life couldn't be better.
