Every time I walk into the living room this face is there to greet me. Nose pushed between the bars of the cage. Feet scrambling to get close to me, not because he wants to see me, but because he hopes I've brought some morsel to snack on. Perhaps a small carrot or maybe the stem of a strawberry. Even a pretzel will do, just as long as it is edible. Regardless of his motives in running to see me, I love coming home to this sweet face.