In a surprise move, Max followed me upstairs this weekend. She'll often fly to the stairs and wait for me to pick her up, but this time she flew over and then climbed the remaining seven or so steps and wandered into the bedroom.
I was getting a basket of laundry to do. I could have tossed her down the stairs and she would have flown to her cage or stand, but she obviously wanted to be with me and I didn't want to disappoint her.
I needed both hands to get the basked downstairs. Normally I place her on the lid of the basket; this time I decided to place her inside.I love how she kept lining up her eye for that perfect peering angle!