||Two and a half years old|
||Mountain View, California, USA|
Here I am cuddling up to my very favorite toy, my rugrat I call
Baby. One day my Mom spotted me in the pet shop in a cage full of
parakeets and we instantly bonded. I'm quite a remarkable little bird as
in no time at all I could say over seventy words. Now I'm two and one
half years old I talk in sentences (my Mom's lost count) such as
"Maxy is Mama's little sweetheart," "Baby loves
Maxipoo," "Barney's messing with my computer," and
"Lorraine comes on Tuesdays." (She's my Mom's friend who
babysits me when Mom goes away on trips.) Mom calls me her little
refrigerator magnet as I'm almost permanently sitting on her shoulder
and when she sits down I cuddle under her chin. I hardly ever let her
out of my sight. At around 7:30 every evening I get back into my cage as
it's my bedtime, but I like to have Baby and Barney (my purple dinosaur)
in there with me to keep me company. I just play with kids' toys as I
like them better than bird toys; and I have lots of little cars I like
to push off the table and around the floor.
In the morning when I hear my Mom stirring I call out to her to let me
out of the cage and then I "help" get the coffee and toast
ready. I eat some toast but I'm not allowed any of the coffee. I like to
play cards with Mom and her friends, except I'm a pest and throw their
cards off the table even though they give me all the jokers to try to
keep me busy.
Footnote from Max's Mom: All who meet Max are amazed at his
intelligence and vocalization as it really is quite awesome. But above
all it is the joy this endearing little guy gives to us all. If you're
feeling a little down for some reason or another, you just have to watch
his antics, listen to his chattering, and your spirits are always lifted
- especially so when he lands on your shoulder and cheerfully says in
your ear "Hi, how are ya?"
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