The Little Guy

He was not happy about this photo being taken, but I wanted to let you know that Oliver Jones is still alive and kicking and hopping and chewing on my shit. I've also started leaving him locked in his cage with a fair mound of food over weekends when I go away (read: every weekend), because I think he prefers being left alone to the stress of travel. He has also been well behaved enough lately that I can leave him out in the room when I go to sleep at night. More than ever he's a wild animal who just happens to live in the same room as me. But he still almost fits in the palm of my hand. And his fur is still soft and silky when he lets me touch it.