She was so glad to see him, that she never thought of scolding him.
He was never allowed to fly about the dining room during meals, and the table maid drove him out before she set the table.

It always annoyed him, and he perched on the staircase, watching the door through the railings.

If it was left open for an instant, he flew in.

One evening, before tea, he did this.

There was a chocolate cake on the sideboard, and he liked the look of it so much that he began to peck at it.