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| Name: |
Baby
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Age: |
Two years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Cockatiel, Lutino
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| Home: |
Oakland, California, USA
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My
name is Baby. I came to the family when I was two weeks old. I have a
mom, two aunts, one uncle, two grandparents, and a great-grandparent.
When I was young, I kept thinking I was human because my mom was always
with me, 24 hours a day. When I refused to eat seeds and was only
willing to drink from the syringe, they bought me Pica, another
companion my age, to show me how to eat my food properly. Actually, I
picked Pica myself. My family brought me to the pet store, harassed the
store owner for hours by having each cockatiel meet and interact with me
in person to ensure that I can get along with my new friend. Pica
happened to be the one I liked the most.
My beautiful young mother, who rarely smiles so delightfully at anyone
except me :), spent months researching about me through all types of
available resources and practically typed up her own book (detailed
instructions on how to take care of me) and forced all my family members
to read and memorize before I came to the house. I live in a cage big
enough to fit five birds, with all types of foods and vegi. But my favorite
place is still the dining room, and my favorite food is still food from
my mom's plate and mouth. I get more than 50 kisses everyday from my
family members, so I have to take a shower every week to get rid of the
yucky lipsticks and smell. The small picture shows how I look like after
taking a bath. I don't even have to dry myself because that's my mom's
job. I guess I'm totally spoiled because my mom said so. My cage is
opened 24 hours a day, and I'm rarely in my cage except at bedtime. When
I don't get my ways, I would cry and wail like a real baby, then perch
on top of the door, and ignore all calling and cajoling. Last time my
aunt grabbed and yelled at me (behind my mom's back) for chewing up her
computer cable, and of course I screamed back at her. I ignored her many
days after that and wouldn't let her hold me because I was so mad at
her.
I guess I'm luckier than my next door neighbors because I have a doting
mom who's afraid that I my feelings would get hurt if I ever had my
wings clipped, so I get to fly from room to room, from the basement to
the second floor. I can fly faster and better than any of my neighbors.
I can make turns in the air at any time and fly for more than 3 minutes
without stopping. Pica was unlucky. His wings were clipped since he was
young, so now even after his wings grew back, he flies crookedly, can't
land gracefully like me, and can only fly up to ten seconds the most
before he falls and starts panting and running out of his breath. I have
so many toys that I'm sick and tired of them.
My mom travels constantly. I miss her a lot and enter a depressive state
when she's gone, but I'm always excited to hear her calling me on
speaker phone. Her biggest luggage every time is my toys. She bought me
tons of weird toys from different countries, all stacked in big closets,
unopened. I guess they can last until I die. But I rarely play with them
because I only like to play with things that my mom herself so selfishly
plays but disallows me to, such as her computer keyboard, her
toothbrush, combs, pens, cloth hangers, stuff animals, books, shoelaces,
glasses, jewelry, etc. Anything she touches, I have to chew. Unlike my
companion Pica, I never whistle or sing because I'm a girl. Despite
that, my mom still loves me more than Pica and praises me like crazy
everyday because?well, because she's my mom! And I believe everything
she tells me. So let me tell ya, I'm the most lovable, adorable,
charming, intelligent, sweet, delightful, yet naughty, disobedient,
destructive, spoiled and pampered little brat!
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