Day 19

Sometimes in these uncertain times, flexibility and adaptability are necessary to cope with unexpected occurrences. Fortunately, I am both flexible and adaptable (not to mention attractive), so I was able to amend my plans without difficulty. Here is what happened:

I woke up this morning to an extraordinary change: warm weather. The sun sparkled in the deep blue sky and the air was a balmy forty five degrees. Dare I say it felt nearly tropical? To celebrate the lovely weather, and to adorn her otherwise drab residence, Bathos moved me back to the front. (I assume she knew that my presence would help abate the recent drop in neighborhood property values.) But precisely because I was back in the front (so to speak), and because the weather was so crisply clear, I would not have been able to make my escape unnoticed. Thus I decided to remain at my post for one more day and hope that an opportunity for my liberation would present itself anon.



As it were, the day turned out to be rather enjoyable. Rosie the Dog (she despises the moniker "Cujo") and I had a rather pleasant conversation, although she did employ an overabundance of monosyllabic words when speaking. Bobo stopped by briefly and chattered on about some nonsense or other. The content of his speech was irrelevant; I was happy just for the companionship.

I did, however, have several disconcerting moments throughout the day when I was sure I was being spied upon. Neither the dog nor the tree rat admitted to seeing anyone, and so I must believe that the tribulations of recent days contributed to my sense of discomfort.

Tomorrow, if the weather should take a turn for the worse, I will once again attempt to find a place of great height from which I might discover my flock. Wishing you all a pleasant evening,

I remain,

Ramon the Flamingo