She had to come live with me so I can medicate for diabetes. She used to hiss and hate me when I'd visit her at my folks' house. She looooooved dad. Danced, rang her bell for him, would sit closest to where he was sitting, which was the recliner right next to her cage. I thought she was going to be cranky with me... Nope. She sits on me, lets me give scritches. I think she knows that I'm trying to help her. I'm very happy about this.
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