Sometimes Sally stands on one foot, sometimes Sally stands on two feet. Can I tell if her foot still seems sore? No, not really. So I caught her squirming, tucked up body, looked at her foot, and saw no sign of an injury. Just to be sure, I smeared the foot (and quite a bit of her body) with Neosporin, and put her back in the Finsterium. Click for a close up of Sally. She's very lovely, now that she's had a bath or two.

For a good part of the afternoon, both Frank and Sally have been sitting next to each other on various perches, each standing on one foot, each possibly looking slightly under the weather. I hope they're just messing with my head. Maybe they've taken lessons from Peanut, and are trying to Mind Control me....