It looks a little smaller than a conyur? I used to have one, that bit. He was a total dick. Would land on your shoulder, sing sweet songs in your ear until you relax, then bite your neck and then run to his lair under the couch.
Our hide, and attack your ankles near the kitchen, then back to said lair. He was great otherwise. I shared my alcohol with him. He drank it all, in moderation. Gin and tonic, ale, wine.
They are known for eating a bit of fruit off tress, then throwing more fruit off the tree just because. For that reason sadly farmers in the tropics shoot them.
It looks a little smaller than a conyur? I used to have one, that bit. He was a total dick. Would land on your shoulder, sing sweet songs in your ear until you relax, then bite your neck and then run to his lair under the couch.
Our hide, and attack your ankles near the kitchen, then back to said lair. He was great otherwise. I shared my alcohol with him. He drank it all, in moderation. Gin and tonic, ale, wine.
They are known for eating a bit of fruit off tress, then throwing more fruit off the tree just because. For that reason sadly farmers in the tropics shoot them.
Yes, I realize I always spell conyur wrong.
Sounds like he was not a pet but a tiny criminal with excellent taste in drinks and a solid hit-and-run record.