Guest Post: Molly the Cockatiel

Hi!  My name is Molly!  I am 17, and I am currently staying with the Monkeys.  I usually live with Papa Monkey and his girlfriend, but they are in New York.

I am a very pleasant house guest.  I don't eat much.  I don't drink much.  I don't make noise much unless strangers are near.

I like it here.  The Monkeys listen to their music really loud almost constantly.  There are speakers in the ceiling of every room.  They have to shout to get each other's attention.  I am not used to this, but it is sort of exciting not to be in a quiet home.

I currently enjoy listening to tunes by Metric, The Temper Trap, Grouplove, Walk the Moon, Imagine Dragons, fun., The Killers, and Muse, but I'm especially digging new music from Garbage, The Smashing Pumpkins, No Doubt, and Green Day.  It reminds me of my adolescent bird days.  Those were such formative years.

The Monkeys also watch a lot of TV.  I don't think I've ever watched this much TV.  Ms. Monkey watches shows with food and dancing.  And yelling.  There is some mean guy who yells at people when they cook.  And sometimes Ms. Monkey gets up to dance when she watches the dance shows.  She doesn't think I'm watching her when she does this, but I am.  She's pretty terrible.  In some ways, it is more fun for me to watch her terrible dancing than it is for me to watch the dance show.

Tonight, the Monkeys are ignoring me.  Mr. Monkey usually talks to me for a bit when he comes home, but today the Monkeys are taking care of a little girl who looks a lot like Mr. Monkey.

They put her on a box of beer while she ate her dinner.  I don't know if I approve of this.

I was jealous that I was in my cage while they were watching movies together.  The first one had a bunch of talking owls in it, and the second one featured a cat with a Spanish accent.  They seemed to like the cat movie better, but obviously I preferred the owl movie.  At one point, the Monkeys and the little girl all got up and acted like owls.  That was simultaneously strange and amusing to me.  The little girl was very good at hooting.  She even encouraged me to chirp along.

Such nonsense does not occur in my home.  I think I liked it.

I thought the little girl went to bed after the movies, but, around 10:15, this happened.

I heard the little girl say, "I don't want to sleep!  I want to eat dessert!"

I snacked on some birdseed while the little girl ate rainbow sherbet and played with her ponies.  She said bye to me when her parents came to pick her up.  She was a nice girl.