I have a morning routine that I adhere to with a fair amount of strictness.....not counting my Freckles, I have three dogs and six cats (all rescues/failed fosters)......so for everyone to get their breakfast and me to get ready and out the door (I'm an accountant for a large concrete production company).......we need to do things a certain way and in a certain order. Yes, well......that changed last week, thank you Freckles. Walking by her cage after cleaning the morning litter box offerings, she took a flying leap for my shoulder......not a problem, her fruit bowl/breakfast was next, so a ride along wasn't a big deal. The help she provided in the kitchen.....a WHOLE OTHER STORY. Freckles has now added the sound of the drip coffee maker to her repertoire AND knows which canister holds her parrot chow AND how to get the lid off. I now find myself getting up an hour earlier just so she can "assist". Her morning fruit cup consists of pineapple, mango, mandarin oranges and grapes. She likes to select the grapes herself and will lay them on the chopping block for me to dice.....all the while snitching a bite here and there. Last night, I was putting together a chowder for the crock pot.....lots of help, lots and lots of help. So now......if she even thinks I'm heading for the kitchen......she's hot on my tail. I've set up an area for her.....now, if I could just find a teeny tiny apron. Have I mentioned that I love this crazy bird???