In his large cage, Squeak always had a small perch way up high in the center. When he was tired, he would always move up to that perch and then stare at me until I covered his cage for the night.
Raised in Upstate New York by two collectors - one completist and one selective - I naturally followed in their footsteps on a mission to gather far more interesting stuff than I could ever do anything with.
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