Mishka had a bad day today. It involved lots of irate screeching, viciously attacking the broccoli I gave her (there wasn’t much left, and I couldn’t find it anywhere else, so yay?), biting at me as I passed, and eventually climbing back onto her chinchilla perch to cower. My training plans were put off; I knew I couldn’t achieve anything with her in that mood. So it was early to bed for her, and fingers crossed that she’s feeling better tomorrow.
Ptak’s ‘ups and downs’ were of a very different sort.
Then, of course, he used his superior powers of intelligence to get me to bring out the delicious foraging beads.