Roxanne the Adorable African Grey

Roxanne the Adorable African Grey
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Thursday, October 20, 2011

Cirque de Squirreleil

Bonjour, all you cirque fans out there.  I have been on an enforced sabbatical, due to the erratic schedule of my Executive Assistant.  But tonight, I drew the line.  After all, it isn't every day a squirrel capers over the palm fronds, drops into the frangipani, and skitters across the drain pipe, to the tune of 'Raiders of the Lost Ark', (my latest dramatic, melodic interpretation).

How and why, you ask?  Only another rodent could say.  I am too far superior a species to even speculate, but on the way from the mailbox, the drama unfolded.  That squirrel was hell-bent on out-running us, and I was forbidden to fly in pursuit. Drat!  When I publish my memoirs and can hire more tractable aid, these problems will sort themselves out.  Until then, I am at the mercy of a human with 'issues'.

Sorry to plog and fly (so to speak) but there are only a few moments until it's "good night treat-zy time", (to quote my feather-brained Cockatoo brother, 'Cracker' aka Silvio) and I need to get in a few more bars of practice.