If you'll recall, when Ovaltine spent the last of his days on the floor, Goober spent quite a bit of time down there, as well. I couldn't decide if she liked to spend time with him, if she liked the millet spray all around him, or if she liked to keep her toes warm on the heated rock. At the time, I called it the draw of companionship, since I think it was nice for Ovaltine to have a Floor Buddy. But now I think it might have been the heated rock that kept her occupied, since she's spending a good part of her days sitting on it.

I try not to get too sad about it, since she's still eating and such. She's still alive, after all. But I do wish she were feeling better.

One good thing that's come of it is that because it's awkward to move the rock to clean out the poop paper while kneeling on the floor, I've started opening the big door to the Finsterium. Good for my knees, I should say. Those smart little Finsters have figured out that inside the Finsterium is the place to stay; none of the new birds have flown out so far! I've been careful, of course, opening the door as little as possible. But still, no escapees so far.

Keep your fingers toes crossed warm!