Peat was ten years old yesterday. Aside from upping his counter-surfing game, he hasn’t changed much from Day One. Instead, we have. It might explain why we have no friends, but I’ll take that trade any day (now). As some of you probably remember, it wasn’t like this at first. I still think of the four-inch hole I put in the bedroom door in Cambridge from throwing a bone at him in madness and hitting the door instead. I came very close to re-homing him. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway because I love him so much: I’m glad I didn’t.
Happy birthday Crazy Eyes, Peat, my baby.
Here are a few photos and a video I made of him a while back.
Chirp away