In response to recent aspersions cast upon my character and good nature, I should like it entered into the formal scrapbook text that it is yours truly who purchases the required hot chile peppers, keeps the pile of newspapers well-stocked, does all the heavy lifting during cage cleaning, endures the bird's verbal abuse silently (mostly because he learned to say SHUT UP SHUT UP back at me, but still---), and benignly watches (while nodding pleasantly) the constant barrage of photos and videos of the aforementioned parrot, who, it may be noted, has physically attacked my person on several occasions, with no retribution from me other than my favorite curse word, which was not even repeated lest the creature learn it, which might well put me on the couch for the rest of my natural life.
Rival out.
Rival out.
