Cujo here along with Spike the other crazy Cockatoo.
“Speak for yourself. I’m perfectly rational and sane.”
“Of course you are, but now is not the time dwell on our states of mind. That dog is what we are all unhappy about.”
“Coco!” Elsa announced.
“Yes, coco has not been seen for awhile and the humans who feed us and makes us squawk about are mum about it. They act if she never existed and she was here long before me. It is a mystery and I haven’t a clue about her.”
“I suspect she made Mommy human unhappy and something dreadful happened to the poor little creature,” Harley announced.
“I don’t believe you were ever a part of the conversation, Macaw.”
“I believe I am mighty mouth.”
“Cah, Cah, Cah, yourself.”
“Come on boys,” Elsa scolded them. “It’s perfectly reasonable she just up and left for no reason.”
“I do miss her, don’t you?” Spike asked the flock of six different birds who lived a life of leisure inside their cages.
“Of course we missed her. She was fun to mess with. It never took much to get her
rattled,” Harley opined.
“I would act as though someone was at the door and start squawking like the world was coming to an end, and here she comes, barking and carrying on. It was so funny,” Spike stated with a chuckle.
“Yeah, Zeus doesn’t react the same way she did. He can barely make it back up the stairs anymore because he’s gotten so old,” Cujo said. He used his beak to clean out a nasty little parasite embedded in his feathers.
“Can I offer an opinion?” Snowball the cat asked.
“No!” They replied in unison.
“I’m going to anyway. Mommy and Daddy both talked about that dog. Mommy was
convinced she was sick and needed to be put to sleep…”
“What does that even mean? Bobby the old cockatiel asked alarmed.
“I’m not sure but I did overhear them talk about me the same way. It has something to do with them leaving here and going somewhere else, though I have no idea what a Gooding Idaho is. Do you Cujo?”
Cujo inspected the outside from his window vantage point where he could see the wild birds fly freely about searching for food year-round. He envied them. “I can’t say as I do know what that is.”
“Well, what ever it is, it can’t be good if they are putting us to sleep.
“You guys are probably safe. You aren’t old like me and that dog Zeus, though I help as much as I can with catching and killing the mice here.”
“Oh, you do no such thing. You are so lazy and a fibber on top of that,” Avatar stated
with venom in her Pionus voice.
“Just you wait, bird you’ll eat those words as I’m devouring you. I hear Daddy getting
up. I need to go outside and give myself relief.”
“Why don’t you do that in here? You have that box downstairs,” Harley told the cat
“I also want to not be put to sleep either. I’ll just play it safe and talk Daddy into letting me out. Meow, Meow, meow.”
They watched the cat make a fool of herself while Daddy let her out the front door and relocked it. He went to the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker, then stumbled blindly back inside his bedroom.
“Do you think that old cat is telling the truth about Coco?”
“It’s hard to tell. That cat has such a poker face, you can never tell if she’s being honest or lying,” Cujo told Harley.