Yesterday I got another yellow feetsied bird, even younger than the last one. I found it when it was injured and I was just having fun with it, but Linus found me and Mum took it away and said it should be euphamised, so she put it in a box to take with her to the dreaded place where she goes every day. But then later she brought the bird out of the box and left it on a stump for the 'circle to continue' or something.
Later, I wasn't feeling well. I sat by my water bowl but didn't drink or eat. I didn't even want to chase things, be petted or held. Mum and Linus and Will were worried about me and said that if I didn't perk up Mum would take me to Doctor B in the morning. I slept in my bag at the end of Mum's bed all night, and in the morning I felt back to my usual troublesome self enough to bite Mum's nose at breakfast time.
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