"Ling" - Stroke my head

The "Purr! Purr!" was getting louder and louder still. Then all of a sudden it stopped. I turned around on the towel, which was on the couch, and there he was. Just sitting there. Looking at me. I mean, just looking at me. "What! For Pete's sake. What do you want?!" I shouted. No reaction. I jumped up and down a bit. No reaction. Did the hoopla, and still no reaction. He just sat there staring at me. Now, I know he could make it up here. One fowl swoop, and I would be his breakfast. My heart was pounding in my little chest. It was beating so fast and I couldn't understand why. Was this a natural reaction to dogs. Was I supposed to feel this way when coming into contact with other animals. I mean, as strange as this dog seemed, he was just staring at me. Nothing happened.
He must have heard the woman coming back now, because he turned his head in the direction of the kitchen.
She came back into the living room with Phatty in tow. "Leave the baby bird alone!" she commanded the animals. And with that Musch Musch turned away to brush up against Phatty, who was far from aware this even happened. So that's what I was, A bird.
Phatty was so concerned with what was going to happen to me next, that he was beside himself. He was whining about something, but I could not make out a word he was saying. I wonder if the woman understood him. He seems to be able to understand her. He looks at her so adoringly when she speaks. With those puppy-dog eyes. Cute man. He follows her wherever she goes. Up and down, always behind her. Not wanting to miss a thing.
She comes over to me and ever so gently picks me up, carrying me over to my box and puts me back down on her jersey in my box. She began to stroke my head. She was really good at it. Mmmm... I thought as I started drifting off to sleep. I heard her speak to the dog. It sounded so far away. I thought I heard her ask the dog "Is this Phatty's bird?" Then I was wide awake. As if struck by a bolt of lightning. "Phatty's Bird!?" I chirped out loudly.
"Oh my goodness," she gasped, "did that strike a nerve?". "Well we can't have that." she smiled. She continued to stroke my head and then after a while she said, "You get some more rest now, so that you can grow big and strong.I'll check up on you later".
With that she turned to go out into the garden with Phatty and Musch Musch right behind her. Something about checking on the fish pond.

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"Ling" - Falling over while feeding

Morning? Wow! Hey look, the sun is out. Man that feels good. It's as though my whole body just went through a moment  of pure bliss. All warm and  fuzzy inside. The light from the sun is so bright  and all the colors are so clear. So this is what a new day looks like. Great isn't it?
My tummy could use some food. I wonder where that woman is? Oh look here she comes now. Food!
I think she feeding me with dog food again. Maybe she knows that I am not really fussy at this stage. Anything will do. She really is gentle. She holds me up when I start to fall over and she wipes my mouth when I mess. Still with the "Piep! Piep". I wonder if she thinks that she is actually making sense. Maybe she believes that all I need is some encouragement. Softly murmuring all the time she is feeding me.
The food is going straight to my stomach now. I feel so full of energy that I can just take right off. Oops! I think I will have to first learn to stand properly. Get a good grounding for takeoff. Feet firmly on the ground and...Oops! Again.
Oh well, that might take a while. I'm sure I'll get the hang of it soon.
Look who's come to visit. Its that strange dog again. He seems very concerned with this feeding process. A little moaning on his part too. Look at the way he is staring at me. What on earth does he want. Is he waiting for me to fatten up so that he can eat me? He is far too excited to just be an observer. Maybe he is meant to watch over me and protect me. If that is the case, I would say he is doing a good job.
Now where is she going? She is not going to leave that dog here with me, is she? Oh! OK. She is calling him to go with her. "Phatty come!" she called.Whew! Imagine that. All alone with "mister pick me up in his mouth". Where did he get his name from. He is not fat, or slow for that matter. Phatty...mmm...Phatty...maybe because he is a phat dog. Do you even get phat dogs?
Right! The coast is clear. I think I'll try to make a run for it. After all, she is gone, and the dog is gone. Wait a minute. Where is that other strange dog she calls "Musch, Musch"? He seems very sly. Tiptoeing around so nobody can hear where he is. I saw him jump all in one bound, up onto a windowsill. That's not normal for a dog I thought. I thought I heard him hovering around my box last night. He let out a strange soft bark  "Meow". At first I thought I was imagining it. Just pushed the thought aside at the time. But now that I am standing here all alone...I wonder where he is? I get this creepy feeling he is watching me from somewhere. Somewhere close. Wait I can hear "Purr. Purr."

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