Marco's latest favorite bit of mischief is creeping down to the floor and walking around there, where I'm afraid he's going to get stepped on (or worse).
If I'm in the next room I'm usually alerted to the fact that he's down there creeping around by the tip-tip-tapping of his toenails on the kitchen linoleum.
I'm surprised he hasn't learned to say, "Get off the damn floor!" since I yell it so often. He knows we don't like it.
And just look how innocent he tries to look when he gets busted:
I've never owned a Parrot, but as a boy I used to be given lots of Budgies by our gardener. The cat usually got them.
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