When Sophia gets ready for bed, she wishes me goodnight, cuddles me for a few seconds and switches off the light in my room. She always says the same: "Goodnight honey, g'night!" She has done it since my first day in this house. At first I didn't react, but lately when she uses this phrase I know exactly what is going to happen. In fact, I wouldn't be able to have a good night's rest without it.
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.