I have a new word in my vocabulary: Pok All my family members wonder where I picked it up, because it is not a word they use in their daily language. However, I use it for everything: when I am aggravated, angry, happy, jealous or want anything. I like the word. Pok, Pok, Pok!
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.