I've wanted a parrot for years and had great fun writing the character of Timothy in my romcom 'Tabby & Kat'. We'll often go to pet shops and I could spend hours talking to the birds and looking into their beady eyes as I wonder what they're thinking.
So I guess the teen has got his love of them from me and he's always fascinated to hear the stories of the talking budgie that hubbie and I owned before we were married. With the teen's new job coming up he's considering buying a parrot. Now this will come with its problems as we have two cats, so it will need much thought/research and maybe we'll decide not to go ahead, but watch this space ...
The current animal discussions in the Misfit Household have led hubbie and me to laughing about the male creatures we've owned in our life together. Our 'lady' beasts have been elegant and demure - one budgie and one cat - impeccable manners, no unsavoury habits and a little bit snobby.
But our males have been ... how shall I say? ... testosterone-led and a little bit randy!
Let's start with the talking budgie. Jack had a rather fruity vocabulary - not taught by us, I hasten to add. We replied to an advert from a young couple who were starting a family and needed to find a home for him as they didn't want their new baby to pick up his bad language! He was a funny little thing and would keep us entertained for hours. His long suffering 'wife' Mimi was constantly jumped on and when she eventually got to the point where she'd had enough, she'd throw him off with a weary wing and leave him to ... 'finish himself' on the back bars of the cage. We soon realised that it wasn't just his filthy little beak that had let his first family to re-home him.
Moving on to our rescue dog, Ralf. We took him on when he was eleven and his owners decided that he was ready for the knacker's yard so that they could have a new puppy. I know, nice huh? Ralf was a cross-collie and we loved him with all our hearts for five happy years What we didn't like was the fact that he hadn't been castrated and on hot days, when an old man's fancy turns to romance, his ENORMOUS donkey-sized appendage would pop out making it virtually impossible for him to walk. He would literally shuffle around on his back legs dragging his goods around with him. Needless to say, we did the responsible thing and had him 'seen to' - he was a much happier dog for it and we no longer had to hang our heads in shame as small children pointed at him in the park.
That then brings us to our current ginger tom. His ginger nuts were removed as soon as possible after he developed a penchant for a fluffy toy belonging to our son and he'd spend many hours making Happy Time with Mrs Snaky. The Christmas morning we spent watching him in action with his Lady-Love on a black sack will stick in my memory forever. A few months ago, Mrs Snaky was rediscovered in a cupboard. The cat showed instant recognition for her, became a little amorous and then clearly realised that he no longer had the tools for the job. After a brief flash of embarrassment, he dropped her and moved on.
So ... what is it with male animals in our household and if we do go ahead and get a parrot, should we be opting for a female? Just to be on the safe side!