Weekend again: the days I wake up Sophia. I still love cuddling under her blankets and peek out to check if everything is still the way I left it. I love to lie still and have my head and neck scratched. I wouldn't have a clue why people say that I am spoiled.
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.