As I rolled peanut butter cookie dough into small balls to get ready for baking, I could feel Piper’s eyes on me from the room next to where I sat. It didn’t take long for the squawking to begin, as always, starting out as soft cooing sounds, then slowly ramping up to bloody murder.
I went and got him off the top of the mansion, his foot was raised to be picked up as soon as my butt left the chair. Leaning towards my shoulder, I moved my hand to it so that Piper could jump on, now quiet and content.
He studied my movements as I returned to the batter balls, then he decided he still wasn’t close enough to the action. Climbing down my arm onto the table, he looked at the already rolled dough in the foil, then hoisted himself up onto the edge of the bowl.
Now it was my turn to watch him, making sure he didn’t try to eat any of the batter.
“What do you think, Piper? Not very exciting, is it?”
Piper continued to stare at the dough in the bowl for several minutes. In these instances, my husband and I assume he is plotting his next move.
Finally he lifted his foot up to me again. I offered my hand and helped him back to my shoulder. He sat there awhile, just hanging out, before he flew back to the top of his mansion.
I sent Mister Rain one of the pictures I had taken. I was very tempted to put a single chocolate chip morsel in the batter, making sure that my husband got that particular cookie, hoping he would think that Piper had made a “contribution” to the batter while sitting on the bowl. That would not have been a coo or a squawk, that would have been a hoot.
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