Chirruping the night away

I wish I could get my own food. I was really starving hungry at 6 o'clock this morning and no-one would help me. I slept in the spare room last night - there isn't anyone in there and the duvet is very snuggly. It also means I get the bed to myself and can stretch right out, which I quite like to do and it's good for me, and I don't have to worry about all their legs in the way, or the snoring and fidgeting. And he's just as bad. I think they're both a bit of a handful really. So, I went in to see them and tell them to get up because I was hungry and bored. He doesn't really hear me when it's early and dark because his ears are plugged; I keep trying to unplug them for him but he doesn't like it and gets cross - you'd think he'd be grateful!, so then I usually sit on her pillow and try to straighten her hair instead so she doesn’t have to blow it dry (I hate that); sometimes she doesn't realise for ages, because I'm gentle, but if I bite her head by mistake then SHE gets cross. There's no pleasing them in the mornings.

This morning I just jumped on her, because I was feeling a bit irritable myself. She didn’t wake up straight away so I dribbled a teeny bit on her bottom lip, then she woke up. I think she liked it. She's always pleased to see me and strokes my head and scruffles my neck, but I wasn't really in the mood. I chirruped a lot - that's how she knows I'm bored and hungry - but she said 'NO Forrest - it's too early!' How can it be too early? If you're hungry you eat! Except I can't open those little packet things and I haven't yet managed to open the drawer where my treats are (but I'm working on it). I eat biscuits all the time (apart from the squashed pea I found on the living room floor after they had dinner last night – but I didn’t like it) so they don’t count.

Oh, but I LOVE chocolate! They had lots over ‘Christmas’ and when she wasn’t looking I’d lift the lid off her box of little ones and lick the tops off! It made me feel so alive and quite perky!

Well, she didn’t get up for another hour – and even that she said was too early really. As soon as I’m allowed out on my own things will be better. Two and a half weeks to go and I’ll be six months old and I’m going to be “chipped and pinned”! Then I can go out on my own and whenever I like (except at night, but that’s OK). I’m really looking forward to it. I’m sooo bored. Just thinking about it makes me chirpy chirp.

In the meantime I’ve had quite a lot to keep me occupied. Christmas was a busy time. We went in the car a lot so I’m quite well-travelled now – although I kept falling asleep so I didn’t see as much as I would have liked. I got some nice presents from my grannies but I can’t find one of them and I pulled the tail off the other one. I also got a hammocky that hangs over the radiator but I’ve got so big and I ‘weigh a ton’ I think I might fall through it soon.

I loved the tree that grew in our front room – especially the twinkly lights and the little balls (the big ones just flew off when I batted them but the little ones stayed on longer before they fell off). I managed to get a little supply that I hid under the sofa so I could play with them when they were watching Friends but she babe found them when she was looking under the sofa for all the toys I’d lost. I really liked it when I swatted things on the tree and all the bits of tree fell on the floor and it went all green and like the outside – and then she’d do the sweeping thing with a little brush and I love that!

One day I managed to climb the clothes horse (I don’t think it’s really a horse) in the kitchen (when I was much younger and smaller than now though) and when I got to the top it fell over and turned the radio on, really loud! That made me jump so I ran off and pretended it wasn’t me, and she was confused because she was in the bath. I’ve also been going up the wall in the hallway because he put new paper on it and it’s perfect for practising my climbing and scratching.

But best of all is I’ve been in the garden quite a lot now. They always come with me and pretend to do ‘weeding’ and ignoring me, but I know they’re not because as soon as I climb a tree they shout and grab me. The one they call the ‘orange blossom’ is best because I get half way up and then I slide down and get stuck between the tree and the fence. It’s funny. The other one is more grown up but I’m working on it and I’ll be over the fence soon, when they stop shouting and grabbing.

We had snow all over the place for ages. She kept making balls and throwing them at me but I didn’t really understand because they kept breaking and I couldn’t chase them. There was a ‘fox’ in the garden at night time too – it looked a bit like me but much much bigger and a different colour. They bought some food for it because everything was frozen, so when they weren’t looking I ate the bits off the fork. It was called ‘dog’ food and it’s quite nice. I don’t mind it.

I now have my own door in their door to the ‘back’ room and I spend most of my time sitting by the window on fox watch. I’m also checking out the birds so that when I’m finally free I’ll be able to catch them and play with them and show them to the babes. She's worried that I'm going to catch Jenny Wren, but I don't know who she is. They keep having very serious talks about when I ‘go out’. He keeps saying “He’ll be fine.” and she keeps saying things that always start “But what if he...” and often I hear words like dogs and road.

It’s so exciting – if they don’t hurry up and get my chip and pin I might explode. Chirrupy chirrupy cheep cheep. x