My name is Rothko—oops, please excuse my lithp—I mean, Roscoe. Little Rat calls me Cage for some reason. I’ve nipped his nose a few times to try to straighten him out, but it hasn’t helped much.
I am a Green-cheeked Conure, also known as a Green-cheeked Parakeet. Here I am, in all my green magnificence:
Little Rat calls our people Legs1 and Legs2. What ridiculous names! As far as I can tell, they don’t even have any legs. Instead, I call them Fingers1 and Fingers2. As you can see from these photos, my names are much more appropriate than his.
Here is Fingers1:
And here is Fingers2:
Little Rat said I could be a guest blogger today, because I’ve had an exciting week: Fingers1 and Fingers2 took me to the doctor for the first time in my nearly 13 years of life!
I can’t say I was overly impressed. First some female fingers put me on a cold surface to weigh me. At least she stated the obvious, that I’m a good and handsome boy.
But then some male fingers came in, grabbed me, pinched me, poked me, prodded me, and called me names.
Among other things too rude to relate, he called me:
- Skinny Ninny
- Your Ribs Are Showing
- Don’t Turn Sideways Or We’ll Lose You
And then he had the temerity to stick something sharp in my neck.
But it’s not all bad. After we got home, Fingers1 and Fingers2 gave me a bunch of new toys. However, my humans are not very bright, and they keep putting the new toys in my food bowl. I have to forcibly remove the items and throw them on the floor. But then Fingers1 and Fingers2 just give me more (hey, I said they’re not very bright!).
Here is a sampling of some of my strange new toys:
Well, thanks for stopping by. I’ve got to get back to work, seeing if any of these things in my cage jingle, swing, or reflect my beautiful visage.