Don’t call her a floofy squee: look at her claws!
I need to go make a second try at getting Kathleen up. Frank turned up on the first call because there’s leftover chicken-noodle casserole for breakfast.
Okden. A floofy squee wif pointy-scratchy fings!
I just got the birds up, but they are ignoring me. They were surprisingly quiet when I took the cover off. (A throw that matches my Blue Willow dishes, that is only temporary!)
There’s a good possibility that they will molt from the stress, so I keep looking for little feathers...