I am under constant supervision from the most rigid of taskmasters. Yes, that is toilet paper on my desk. I go through a lot of PPTP (Parrot Poop Toilet Paper) around here.
Of course when Nekoka is on the chair, the birds tend to take over the cat tower.
Even if it is already occupied.
I much prefer Sunday mornings on the couch, especially when Merlin is calm. Which isn’t often lately since his hormones are raging. I thought about shooting and posting a video of him as he was attempting to make mad passionate love to my foot (about three minutes after this photo), but thought better of it.
Bandit is another story. He is getting a little old for hormones, and really hates Spring with Merlin’s incessant need to feed him. I can sympathize with Merlin, though – how can anyone resist Bandit’s adorable masked face? Although regurgitated Pionus parrot food can be quite disgusting and hard to get out from between one’s toes.
See that look of innocence Sassy has plastered to her face? She’s pretending like the racket I was hearing and came running out to the living room to figure out what it was, was NOT her trying to root through my Happy Birthday bag of goodies! Like I don’t have to share everything with the furred and feathered members of my household already. Now off to throw some tissue paper around for my little Queen Bee to chase. She deserves it – I mean look at those little white toes and big white whiskers and her crooked little face. It may have been my birthday, but pampering my angel is my present to myself.