Cash and I have had a blast together over the past week and a half. She steps up/down, rolls over and allows me to hold her that for belly-scritches, and has learned recall. She adores the toys from Birdy Booty and swings around gleefully from the snuggle-hut made her, when she isn't napping in it.

She's grown incredibly; while still a cuddle-bug, she is /amazingly/ intelligent and willing to entertain herself. We're working on some of her vices, but no one's perfect!


But something, the other day, happened I sort of had to share. Cash and I play all over the room. I was reading, and she was playing along my shoulders and down my back-- and after a while, found a spot near the base of my spine, close to my skull. She began to nip and fuss at it. I moved her, not thinking anything of it. It continued, and I finally put her away-- leaving to look at my neck. Cash was digging at a tumor; barely able to be felt under the skin. I'm having it removed and biopsied soon.

It was just kind of surreal. If she hadn't have dug at the spot, I may have never noticed it. My mother just recently passed away from cancer, so it's incredibly important I get this checked. The little bird may have saved my life.