Welcome to Squeaky...
Jul. 23rd, 2006 02:42 pmThere is, for the time being, another resident in my household. There's me, the three budgies, and now a little furry creature named Squeaker. She is said to be a guinea pig, but I'll swear she's a mutant tribble. She has the mutant power of mesmerizing people to sit cuddling and petting her (and feeding her bits of carrots) ad infinitim. She has already used her wicked wiles of cuteness on me and
Soft, too. Tan-brown fur with reddish patches. Bright red eyes with reflect the light so they look as if they're glowing, like Gambit. When I look at pictures of guinea pigs online, they don't seem to have red eyes. I knew it! A mutant tribble.
Awwww...
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Date: 2006-07-23 09:13 pm (UTC)I don't trust cuteness, it is a devlish weapon!
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Date: 2006-07-23 09:32 pm (UTC)O/T
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Date: 2006-07-24 12:16 am (UTC)Re: Awwww...
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Date: 2006-07-24 12:19 am (UTC)I will certainly do that.
what are the names of the birds?
The blue one is Logan.
The green one is Gambit.
The white one is Pryde.
<>For nearly 14 years, we had a lovely green budgie called Magnus, who used to speak with my father's voice.
Aww, how clever! And it fits my pattern of naming budgies after my favourite members of the X-Men - Magneto is often called Magnus.
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Date: 2006-07-24 12:21 am (UTC)There probably aren't many creatures who aren't good to eat.
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Date: 2006-07-24 12:22 am (UTC)Squeaky says "squeak" which I think means, "thanks for the thought"!
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Date: 2006-07-24 12:25 am (UTC)That's sort of the principle of grande cuisine the world over.
I can't be bothered with chicken-wings for that reason.
I like them if they have the right sort of sauce. But they're more like snacking than like real food.
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Date: 2006-07-24 12:30 am (UTC)We got him when I was 9, and he lived until I was a post-grad. He sang South of the Border, Down Mexico Way with a Rothesay accent, would play-fight with fingers, and ride on a miniature field-gun on wheels, which we would push along on the carpet on his 'out' excursions (with windows and doors closed and reflective surfaces covered, for safety). I wept for at least 2 hours when my parents wrote to tell me he'd died. (They couldn't bring themselves to do it over the phone, as my grandmother was visiting at the time and it would have upset her, as she had lost her budgie, too.)
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Date: 2006-07-24 12:39 am (UTC)If I say "I could eat a horse", I mean it: I had some lovely braised horse in Asti (red wine and mushroom sauce, washed down with a glass of Barbera d'Alto Monferrato). I also tried a delicious Mounfrinn delicacy, agnolotti al asino - a speciality of the village of Quarto, apparently (where the trobador Raimbaut de Vacqueiras and Boniface once got Albert de Malaspina out of a scrape when he was unhorsed in battle!). Agnolotti is the name in those parts for ravioli-type stuffed pasta. And yes, al asino means just what you think... Alas, poor Eeyore! But he tastes damn good! ;-D
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Date: 2006-07-24 08:52 am (UTC)And the birdlets sounded delightful!
Cuddles to Squeaky.
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Date: 2006-07-24 12:58 pm (UTC)How very cool! I picture him with a fierce horned helmet, like Asterix with feathers. (Yes, I know Asterix wasn't a Viking and I believe Vikings didn't wear horned helmets, but it's still a great image.)
ride on a miniature field-gun on wheels
Oh dear. Now my little guys want their own miniature field-gun. What is it with budgies and artillery? My budgies' favourite moment in television is when they bring out the cannon on Horatio Hornblower and Horatio (or Bush or someone) shouts "Fire!" and then BOOM. Much budgie joy every time.