We gave Matilda one of those woven willow twig wreathe shaped chews which
she is rapidly demolishing. I heard her chewing on a piece of wood of her
cage and looked to see her and admonish her. "What are you doing?" She
looked up with a piece of willow in her mouth, like a long Chinese
moustache. "What!" she seemed to say. It was so funny. Something to live in
memory but impossible to capture by camera.
We've decided she is at the demented ***ager stage.