Mozelle and Floyd recently redecorated their home. Floyd would do anything for Mozelle. He sings to her, brings her bits of food. Preens her pretty green feathers.
I have to keep reminding him that she's just not that into you.
So Floyd has been saving up and finally could afford to get her the ladder she always wanted.
She'll sit there for hours as Floyd chatters on about her fair beauty. I can hear her muttering under her breath for him to shut. up. I mean, I get it. He chorttles, brrrrs, whistles and coos from the moment he awakens, 'til the last bit of sun slides past the treeline.
When you answer the phone in my office, you can hear him in the background. People will ask where we are that there are so many birds around. Hud and I have taken to saying, "Birds? What birds? What are you talking about?" to confused silence on the other end.
Mozelle barely speaks. Oh, she'll purr a bit as she sits on my finger. But that is all. She'll turn her head and eye me as if to say, "What about it? Can I get out of here for a minute? The cat said she'd like to show me around the house."
But I will put her back. And Aida will chase their shadows on the wooden floors as Floyd chases Mozelle about their house.
