Speaking of Pidgie, he's coping with his "handicap" as well as he can. One of his favorite things to do when James is at his computer is to sit on his shoulder and gnaw on his shirt. Last night he launched himself at James and made it—except he didn't have the loft and ended up at his feet. He perched on my hand and ruffled in disgust as I put him on James' shoulder. Needless to say, I had to help him on the return trip as well.
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