Mine! Not Touching!
Two phrases not spoken, but evoked consistently between Snickers and Felix. Their issues are few, but they run deep.
First, dad. Who owns the dad? Felix says Felix, Snickers says Snickers. In the evening during, the last two hours of macaws awake, Snickers spends time with dad in his chair. Felix is in his cage on his digesting perch. The cage door locked. The parrot kvetching injustice! How dare Snickers attach to dad while he, The Felix, is in lock down?
Two hours of Felix savaging his bell while hanging upside down. Intermittently calling, HERE! while scrambling upside down hanging from the ceiling of his cage incensed by the entire event playing out before him. This "entire thing" has played out since the arrival of Snickers 5 years ago. No matter.
Second, mornings. Felix is the first up with dad. He showers with dad. Helps dad brush his teeth and get his dad act together. Without The Felix, dad would be a mess. He comes downstairs with dad to assist with dad breakfast and coffee. He then switches over to me to help me at the computer. He is my assistant du jour. All things need a dip in The Felix juice. Felix loves mornings. He is the only bird.
Then it is time to bring Butters and Snickers downstairs. Butters is irrelevant to Felix. Butters loves me. Butters comes first, on dad's hand discussing her plans for the day as they step 13 times down to the first floor. Her plans are simple. There are none. Divas don't.
Dad climbs back upstairs, while Felix turns into a begging, threatening, puffing, trembling mess on his tree stand to my right. His calls and feathers say one thing, "Let me at him." He waits for Snickers to come down with dad, hoping to launch himself at his arch nemesis. It's at this time I stop what I'm doing, get a step up from Fee and take him into the kitchen to await the transfer of nemesis locations.
Felix is so irritated that dad brought that bird downstairs AGAIN, he wants to go straight back to his roost bedroom cage to "nap". Which is pouting. Inside his cage. In the dark. With his favorite fans lightly blowing into his uncovered cage containing a very pouty parrot. He takes his frustration out on his chew towels.
Finally, The TREE STAND. Snickers works hard to get on this to throw out Felix's phonebook. Pull off the towel. And insufferable indignations, poop on it. This scrambles Felix's eggs.
After the new tree stand built by dad was gifted to Felix. Fee took extreme ownership. Snickers isn't even to look at it, let alone attempt to infect it with dactyl cooties.
The day he sat on Felix's new tree stand for 15 minutes brought a response from Felix.
Instead of pouting in his bed roost that morning, he climbed out of it, onto Snickers' bed roost cage, into Snickers' bed roost cage and there, with grand flair, pooped on the floor towel Snickers used for his own bed time comforts. He pooped centered to the door, back three inches. A clear statement.
I thought on Bugs Bunny. He and Fudd were always in the middle of some issue. "Of course you know this means war!"