I try not to surf the net looking at bird videos, seeing those little cuties that make me want a second. But my CAG is a tyrannical individual. Then I pick up a crochet hook to ease my longing. It's not long before I am in the grip of the 'one more row' syndrome. I'm lucky if it only lasts a few hours. Then I'm having to deal my feathered mistress. She's especially irritating if I haven't given her a quota of attention. This quota is entirely dependent upon the sun, moon, tides, constellations, wind, time of day, day of week, week of year. I have to pretend to like television (hated TV since childhood)! She likes to play and I am expected to cheer and reward her with praise. I read about behavior problems at other sites and here. I learn different ways to deal with productively with my CAG. It's a juggling act. I have to think like a toddler. What's the thing I'm not supposed to notice but do! That means anything and everything. Climbing on shoe shelf, destroying laces. Chewing holes not in the ratty ones but