Mes amis,
The silly humans finally turned the heat back on, which made me happy, but not for long. As soon as it got warm in the apartment again, a second pink thing appeared. I guess there is no stopping them now.
Since Miss Prissy likes to sit on them, I took the opportunity to try it out myself while she was eating. I sat on them for a long time, but there was nothing spectacular about it. It wasn't very comfortable, and the things did not move. No baby birds appeared, either, which is good, of course, because I don't know what we would do with them. I don't think Miss Prissy knows, either.
Luckily, the Cool One finally came over again today. He held me upside down and smoothened my ruffled feathers, and I played with the zipper on his shirt. He put me in such a good mood that I even let the Tall One pet me on my head, which is very unusual. I think she felt honored.
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I always let my Mom scratch my head unless I'm feeling cranky, then I nip at her fingers. I never let her hold me..willingly that is. The vet does that and I scream bloody murder. Mom tries it too when she's clipping my wings. I don't like people getting their greasy fingers on my bod!
CC-man
Right! You never know when those humans last washed their hands! I don't let the Tall One hold me, either. I do step on her hand, though, and if I feel like it, I preen her hair. I feel bad for her because she does not have feathers, so I try to make her look a little better. It doesn't do much good, though.
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