I woke in the middle of the night to the sound of the radio playing, loud, which was strange since it wasn’t on when I went to bed. I thought of how this might have happened and came up with two possibilities: either a ghost or a very reckless burglar, and upon careful consideration, waking Bob seemed like a bad idea in either case, so I got up to have a look.
There, on top of the music system, itself on top of a bookcase, sat Gramercy. He looked very pleased with himself, having learned how to reach a new perch and how to cause a commotion.
In the morning, I awoke to find Gramercy on top of the dresser.
We need to clip Gramercy’s wings along with his nails.