Jan noticed that I have a funny relationship with water. Although frequently I try to step in my water bowl and take a bath (unfortunately only one of my claws fits in it), as soon as taps, water basins and spray bottles come near me, I am at the other end of the room and stay there. Still, Jan insists on my biweekly showers. He has no mercy whatsoever.
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.