Poppy here! Millie is a very helpful girl and she likes to get stuck in when dad does the cleaning. She's a real little Mrs Mop. Here she is in action, giving the cage base a good clean. I think she missed a bit.
Poppy here! Today I had to go and see the vet with little Millie, who had her lady bits operated on last week. Millie is doing really well and is running around as fit as a flea. And me... well, what I have is mysterious, just like me. I have red stains on my beautiful fur, but nobody knows why it's there. I have to take this stuff called metacam. I thought baytril was noxious poison until I tried this stuff. It tastes like poo, and that is an insult to poo... especially my poo. Millie thought the red stuff might be jam, but she licked it and said 'peuh!', so I don't think it is. I thought it was paint, because I like art and have been known to lick the odd painting. But it's not that either. Whatever is causing it, it doesn't stop me climbing up onto mom's books to pick something for her to read, or playing with the Christmas decorations that mom and dad still haven't packed away.
I don't want to go getting ahead of myself, but I think Millie might be clever. I know, she doesn't look much, and I might have called her 'daft' a few times when she wasn't looking, but she's always looking at mom's antiques, as you can see from the photo mom took this evening. Maybe she thinks they're big, funny-shaped peas.
I have been looking after Millie since her bits were operated on, and she's been a terrible patient! I told her to take it easy, but what did she do? She flung herself all over the place and flung me a bit too. Still, she's soft and makes a good pillow, she doesn't pinch my best nibbles and she licks my noggin all the time, whether I ask her to or not, and what more could I ask for in a sister?