Like most things, they’re cute when they want to sleep on you
For those of you unfamiliar with ze birdies, that’s Sin on my shoulder, while Peeps is in the middle of a WHOOSHy-fluff on my arm.
By now, Sin is old-hat with me taking pics of her. Sometimes I think she deliberately stops what she’s doing to pose. I remember one instance when she was being all protective over her eggs — grah-grah-dragon-hiss to chase us out of the room — when I whipped out my camera to capture her in mid-hiss. She promptly stopped hissing, cocked her head to one side, and looked up at the lens as if she was the most well-behaved thing there is.
Scamp.
Peeps has only just recently gotten used to the camera. Or at least he appears to be. The last time I took his pic, he didn’t give his quivering whimper-chirp, that “What is that? What is that? What are you doing to me?” He’s growing in a lot of ways now. He’s less uncertain and more sure of himself, and there are times when he takes the initiative to satisfy his curiosity. Sin is usually the one leading the expedition to mischief, but Peeps is slowly coming into his own. Considering four years ago he wasn’t hand-tamed and was terrified of hands, he now demands to have a share of my din-dins at night.
They’re still climbing curtains.