Two months ago Momo had noiselessly sneaked into my cabin hunting for a meal through the tiny crack of the window that I had purposely left open for fresh air. By the time I had returned from my shower, I was surprised to see the mess he had made of my kitchen. I had caught him redhanded in the act with his cheeks rammed with whatever he could find.
I had lured him to me with several offerings of cheese, seeds and fruits which he graciously accepted from me. After that day Momo barely left my home he preferred to stay in and savour what I offered, he was like me in a way asking to be spoiled so I built a cage and a nest for him. It is where he naps for most of the day either in there or sprawled on Phobos's bed which he absolutely adores.
An unexpected high pitched ringtone of the phone my male gifted me with has me rush towards the dining table to pick it up.
