Dewitt! Dewitt! Dewitt!

Gracie has a new pet. She's been very unhappy since I've moved to this apartment. She's home alone more, and in her cage more. She's always had an active family environment, and even when she was home alone, she's always had a cat or some other pet there with her. Anyway, she has plucked her poor little chest to bare naked! So I figured, I'd better do something before she plucks everything else. So I bought her a pet. Lisa and I went and picked out a parakeet for Grace.

This is Dewitt.

Gracie named him. I'm not sure what "dewitt" means, but it's something Gracie just started saying, so we figure that's the parakeets name. He's a cute little guy, and quite the escape artist too. He's in a cage that is meant for a larger bird, so if he smashes himself really flat, he can squeeze throught the bars.

Gracie was afraid of Dewitt when we first brought brought him home. But now I think she likes him. Not sure. But I hope this helps her, because otherwise, I'm going to have to find her another home. (which I will HATE!) But I just don't see my life returning to what she or I would concider "normal" anytime soon.

- sigh -

Poor Gracie bird.