You all know Rocky
Rocky is the baby of the family (that’s not saying much – he’s eight years old now and easily outweighs the other two).
Rocky is a talker...
He screams when he wants to go outside, he yells at us when it’s bed time and we aren’t getting under the covers, and he loves to stand in the stairwell and yodel (I think he likes the echo).
But something strange happened when I went to Chicago.
About halfway through the trip, Dave and I were Skyping one night before bed. I, of course, enquired about the cats. He informed me that they were fine (Tux was watching Harry Potter – probably the Prisoner from Azkaban…), but that Rocky was always yelling at him.
I assumed that it was because Dave hadn’t been taking him outside after work (Dave gets home quite late, but that doesn’t factor into to Rocky’s calculations – he just wants OUT!!!)
But now I’m starting to wonder. When I got home from Chicago, Tux got sucky, Peno snubbed me and Rocky – Rocky hasn’t shut up.
He announces himself when he enters a room. He announces when he’s leaving. He’s always been my bath-time lifeguard, but now he chatters through the entire bath. I’ve recently taken up a workout regimen – Rocky likes to supervise that too – but now it’s punctuated by frequent bouts of “Merp”, “Mrow!”, and “Mroooooooooow!!!!”
He’s just constantly squawking at me – I’m not sure if it’s just to make sure I’m still there, or if he’s really just got something to say…. Maybe I should get him a parrot friend.