A little nap

After racing round the garden, Whisper loves to sit in the sun,with the smell the sage. When Whisper came to us she didn't talk at all and Ian christened her Whisper. On her first night she escaped, and Mark sat on the stairs for hours, periodically opening the door until she came home. I assume that after 4 years she decided this was an OK place to be, and we were OK people to be with. She started to talk. At first it was a raucous sound, almost like a crow, but it has gradually become more musical. I assume the trauma of losing her tail has now diminished.