No tarts today. I've been bird wrangling, bribing, intimidating and watching.
Once a month, I roll the cages onto the back patio to give them a good cleaning and disinfection with a garden hose and Pet Focus.
Charles is not a cage-bound bird but, like the other Gore boys, he resents any disruption of his fun for something as vulgar as cleaning. It took two hours for him to come out of and off his cage and into the lexan cage (which he happily lived in for years) so I could roll the big wire cage out.
Idiot child, I planned to give it back.
It took half an hour to clean the cage.
Because Lucy is so much more tractable, she spent most of the overcast but warm afternoon outside.
A couple of cats turned up at a safe distance. Their brains must have been working overtime: bird, bird, bird, water, water, bird, water. I said loudly, "I like kitties fine but I ain't never met one that deserved an $800 dinner."
A NOTE: The other day Charles said, "I want a bath. ::snicker, snicker, snicker::"