|Chicken Bone, or Chickie.|
These two have been living together for ten years. They are no closer to being friends now than they were then. One time, early on, I saw Sylvie stand up on her stumpy little back legs and stick her face close to Chickie's, who slept on the couch at the time. He misunderstood this sign of her wanting to make a closer acquaintance and raised one paw in warning. Whether or not we
|Sylvie can be very sweet, but|
not on this picture!
|Chickie started an original "Occupy!" movement here,|
by refusing to leave Hanah's stomach.
It is sad, really: both of them are bored to death by walking around and sleeping in every room and surface in the house. Except for short spats, like the one I described in the beginning, there is no excitement in their lives. One of them or another would occasionally make a dash for freedom and get out of the door, where they would immediately stop to chew on the grass. I tried to buy them grass to eat, but they paid no attention to it. For them, the grass is really greener on the other side of the door! Eating only a tiny bit is enough to have a very satisfying barfing session, which fills them with pride, and they try to bring us to a little puddle of grossness that they made to share the good news!