Was a usual Sunday morning here, me on the computer answering the many
e-mails and all. Later I migrated to the kitchen to get my drink and of
course had to pass the fert cage and spend a bit of time. I added phood
to the Jay feeder and checked the water.

Peekaboo was there and came running out of her box, a 10 inch cube box
made of wood I made, is lined with carpet and I have an old pillow case
in there for added comfort. She was running up and down between the
levels and was 'asking' to be let out. I was not going to where I leave
for the paper but she was 'asking' so hard and steady I gave in and let
her out.

I picked her up and carried her around with me, she likes that and
usually will stay in my arms till I put her down but today she wanted
DOWN ! So I put her on the bed and played. She went spastic! Was
jumping, war dancing and in a totally frenzy!

She is almost totally blind and in one of her frenzied leaps she missed
the edge of the bed but found the floor, THUD! That was only the
beginning!

From there she went racing up and down the hall crashing into doors,
walls and all kinds of things she could not see. She was flipping,
twisting, running, racing, doing all the things a war dancing fert
does.

She came to me and insisted on climbing up inside my pant leg over and
over. When I kept pushing her out she tried to get into a shelf that is
far above where she can reach but climbing up the front of the commuter
desk! Persistent little creature! How she knew there was an opening on
that top shelf (the lower ones are covered with wire mesh to keep fuzz
butts out) is beyond me. But up she went and I had to collect her out
of there several time.

Then all at once she ran back to the cage, went to the 5th floor and
went to sleep! Just like turning on and off a circus spot light!

Who knows what goes on in the minds of a carpet shark!

Gordon, Peekaboo and Anxious

Rev. J. Gordon Bengtson
Aarrow Ranch Aviation
Mechanicsville, Virginia 23111 

[Posted in FML 5768]