The woman has something called a cold. Her voice sounds funny-kind of like she's talking and belching at the same time-scratchy scratchy. I've been doing it too.......heh. It's fun.
BUT, I can't be distracted today, NO NO NO. I noticed something that has nagged and bothered me ever since I noticed it. I have many perches and places in the house. A big cage on the sunporch, my little sleeper cage, my perch and another, smaller cage. I like to fly around from place to place and make sure no one else has bothered my stuff. Yes yes yes! Mr. Birdy, Birdy, Bird has...oh wait.
The parakeet's cage is bigger than mine I think, and HIGHER UP I KNOW FOR SURE. Bad stupid birds. I'm trying to be nice, but I am getting my point across. Every night I fly in for night night, but instead of landing on my little sleep cage (mine, mine mine) I land on the parakeet cage, climb to the top and watch them go nuts. If they settle down, I stomp my foot so they get all upset again.
I was stomping on their cage last night and the woman said "Now Oliver, that isn't nice". Stupid woman, I know it's not nice, that's why I'm doing it. Of course it's not nice. Nothing about it is nice because I am upset.
She says when she feels a little better she'll move their cage down to a lower table so I will be higher up. If she does that, I might quit terrorizing them. The problem is it's kind of fun, ya know? HAW