She hears me approach-
What's that, she wonders.
Warm and furry, snuggled next to her sister
atop their cushion of chewed paper.
She rouses herself at the commotion.
Four feet extended, she rights herself
and walks to the opening of her little wooden house on the floor of her cage.
Whiskers whisking, pink nose pointed,
she sniffs.
And puts her hands on the open cage door to greet me.
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