The Battle Against the Pink Things

Have you ever been in a situation where strange things were happening, even though you did not want them to? Now, I don't know about you, but I like to be in control. It's hard enough to train the Tall One to do my bidding, but when Miss Prissy starts acting strangely, I have to draw the line.

I have seen it happen several times before. She changes from a cheerful, friendly, dignified lady to a lethargic, fluffed up, grouchy ball of feathers. All she does is eat; elle a une faim de loup! She won't have anything to do with me, or even the Tall One, whom she usually adores (for reasons I have yet to discover). As if the situation was not bad enough, a few days later, several oval pink things begin to appear. There is nothing special about them; all you can really do is roll them around the bottom of the cage, but even then you have to be careful so they don't break. Miss Prissy, however, seems to think they are important. Usually, we share everything, but she sits on those things all day long and won't even let the Tall One get them. She hisses at either of us when we come close.

In my opinion, the Tall One should take them away immediately, but as usual, she does not have a clue and lets Miss Prissy sit on them for a while. Guess whose job it is to keep those pink things from showing up? (That was a rhetorical question, of course.)

Reasoning with Miss Prissy does not do any good, the Tall One won't do anything, so I had to solve the problem. As soon as Miss Prissy started acting funny again, I sat down in the corner of the cage that she seems to think is reserved for her and those pink things. Now, being a cool guy, I never sit on the ground. I eat, sleep, sing, and move on the perches like a self-respecting tiel should, but since Miss Prissy never got that concept, I had to beat her to the punch. I have been spending most of my time in the corner of the cage, and it worked.

When Miss Prissy finally realized that I would not vacate that space for her, she started acting like her normal self again, and no pink things appeared. I was able to resume my normal lifestyle, but I'm still on the alert for trouble. What would Miss Prissy and the Tall One do without me?



Here is a picture of Miss Prissy, during the good times without any pink things.