My family is trying to get me potty trained. About every ten minutes they put me on the kitchen floor (there is no carpet there) and yell "Potty! Go on, potty!" Everyone who heard about it laughed at it, but it really does get result. I hardly ever drop anything on something valuable. I got so conditioned that even if I don't really have to go, I try my best to drop something. Now who's laugh lasted longest, eh?!
I had a major panic attack! Jan and Sophia continued where they left off yesterday: they took me in the car again, closed the door (gently) and Jan started the car. Boy, was I scared. I tried to fly through the car window, to the back seat and on the front mirror. Finally, I crept under Sophia's arm and stayed there, panting. I hate the car. It messes up all my feathers.