Everyone Gets Stressed

Hi, friends!

It’s Friday!!! That means Mom was home today 🙂

Mom had to take Cheney (the cockatiel who steals her from me) to the vet this morning. She was worried because his nares (nostrils) have been all red and inflamed.  She wasn’t sure if he had a sinus infection or if it was an allergy. He’s also been picking some of his feathers all of a sudden.

Poor, Cheney.

Turns out: he’s STRESSED! I think I may have something to do with that. He knows I’m very jealous of him and sometimes Mom brings him where I am and I jump up and down like a pogo stick. BUT that’s minimal compared to the real stressor: his cage-mate, Corbin. When they first arrived at our house, Corbin was mean as could be and wanted to rip Mom’s fingers off. He only liked Dad. Now, he’s been acting really nice to Mom so she’s been paying attention to him, too. Cheney doesn’t want to share her love – I know the feeling, dude! Even though I’m not his biggest fan, I’m glad the lil guy is okay. I hope he feels better soon because being stressed is no fun.

When Mom came home she went crazy cleaning and organizing, again. I just sat back and watched.I don’t know why she does it. It’s not like it will stay tidy long. Human behavior is strange. Personally, I love a good mess!

Ooooo! Oooo! Speaking of messes. Oooo! Oooo! Jamison got in SO much trouble this morning. For some reason, Dad thought it would be a good idea to put a wooden nativity set on top of the table Jamison has been perching on everyday for the last 2 weeks. It all happened so fast and, at the same time, sooooo slow. He jumped, the wise men rolled, the camels fell, and Mary fell on her face. Mom almost throttled him. She chased him through the house screaming, “Jamison!!!! What the *insert grown up word here* is wrong with you?!?!?!?!” She knew it wasn’t really his fault but it was the straw that broke the camel’s back (almost literally…poor camels). Let me explain further: it is nearly a full moon. Every full moon, for the week before and a few days after, Jamison is INSANE! It’s as if he is actually possessed by a psychotic demon.

Demon Cat. Seriously, how scary does he look???

This all happened after he broke an antique Santa figurine last night. It shattered into a million pieces. Needless to say, Mom’s patience is wearing very thin right now. Dad even threatened to evict him!

Me? I’m over here all like, “Hi!”:

I’m the good child.

Hopefully, everyone will relax a little. Life’s too short to be stressed! Enjoy your Friday evening, friends!