My Little Hatchling, aka Luna, is now 1-year-old.
I’m not exactly sure which day of March she was born, but I remember the place I got her from telling me she was 10 weeks old when I got her. So I did the math and estimated her birthday is sometime this month.
Luna was always a shy lil girl.
The first time I saw her she was huddled up in the corner of her cage in the pet store (yes, I bought her from a pet store, but I consider that “rescuing” her because I don’t think she would’ve made it too long in there). I asked if I could hold her and when I did she was so so scared. Her eyes got huge and were bulging out of her head.
I bought her the next evening (because I couldn’t stop thinking about her all day at work) and ever since she’s been the same old scared Luna.
BUT she has changed a bit and has gotten a little braver. Just a little.
I think Pup is rubbing off on her.
Like Pup, every time she hears the word “treat” or “treatie” she jumps up onto her perch and sticks her nose out, desperately begging for a treat.
Like Pup, when she wants to come out of her cage, she bangs on the walls loudly, until I can’t take it anymore and release her.
Unlike Pup, in the almost year since I’ve had her, she’s NEVER bit or growled at me. And for that I am extremely grateful. She is just a 100% pure sweet heart.
Unlike Pup, he hardly lets me go near her. I am considered lucky if I get to pet her head for a few seconds before she’s had enough and scurries away.
When I do get the chance, I pick her up and squeeze and smooch her all over because she really is the cutest thing in the world. I know she hates it, but she is basically untouchable, so I need to sometimes.
After I put her down she runs away and flicks her feet at me (a sign of frustration/annoyance).
Oops! Oh well! 😉
Luna, I hope I have you for 10+ more years (along with you my dear Pup).
Happy Birthday lil booty girl.