... first diary entry of a pet conure, a member of the parrot family and resident of
Dear Diary: Morning arrives for me at about six o'clock every day. I try to awaken
She Who Must Be Tolerated with a couple of shrieks, then escalating a tad for
Ahhh.. She rises, first changing my stale water cup, filling a new seed cup and
giving me a little taste of fresh veggie or fruit. I am training her well. Then, she
crawls back to bed which I do not approve of. Later, after another shriek, or two,
she comes to let down my drawbridge and I pounce out on it with vigor to greet the
And just to show how agile I am, I scamper up the side of the cage and take my
rightful place as queen of the universe and mistress of all I survey. Elsie Coosh!
I usually give S.W.M.B.T. a little rub on the cheek. Sometimes not. I might look
askance with a bored attitude or cluck at her urging her to get hopping. Sometimes
we share a bowl of Cheerios, with me perching on the rim of the bowl, dipping in for
a bite or a sip. I like admiring the spoon as well. I'm partial to shiny things.
S.W.M.B.T. cleans my cage using a recent Metro to line the bottom, making uncalled
for remarks about my lack of tidiness. The nerve! And so it goes...
May 3, 2013