Fun pet stories

[Mauve_Dog]

I have an adopted male cockatiel named Tyler, whom I did not intend to adopt.

I planned to adopt a brother-sister pair, named Elvis and Priscilla, from a cockatiel rescue agency (the agency gets a lot of birds, primarily cockatiels, from previous owners who decide it’s no longer worth the effort to care for them, or from concerned individuals who obtain the birds from abusive households). One of the requirements for adoption was to attend an informal class about proper cockatiel care. The class was being held at the home of one of the founders. There were a few other individuals present who were also adopting cockatiels (I was the only male present, interestingly). One of the birds being adopted that day was Tyler, a male ‘normal grey.’ He was present, and being manhandled (or, should I say, womanhandled) by his soon-to-be-owner. Basically, she was all but smothering the poor bird in her bosom.

Anyway, as the class went on, it was becoming more and more obvious that Tyler did not enjoy this treatment. He would get away and fly over to his cage (only a few feet away), only to be scooped up again by this woman, and again practically smothered. He even voiced his disapproval a couple times, but to no avail (by this time, the ladies presenting the class, who were also the founders of the org., were becoming visibly concerned, but said nothing becasue the woman who was adopting Tyler assured them that she was a prior bird owner and knew what she was doing). Eventually, he got away again, and flew to the opposite side of the room…straight to me. He looked at her, made a disapproving squawk, turned to me and lowered his head. I had no idea what this meant, but the presenters said it meant he wanted a head-rub. So, I gave him one.

He stayed with me, quite on his own, for the rest of the class. Afterward, the lady who was going to adopt him went into another room, and was followed by one of the presenters. Soon thereafter, she stormed out of the house, apparently crying. I was not sure what was going on, but it appears that the lady saw that he preferred my company to her own, so left in a huff, deciding she wasn’t going to adopt him. This, of course, left poor Tyler homeless at that point. So, I decided that rather than adopting Elvis and Priscilla, I would adopt Tyler, seeing as how he did apparently choose me. He has since been spoiled rotten, and knows it.

He likes to ‘talk’ - not with words, but weird chattering noises. He especially likes to talk to feet. And towels. And socks. And especially feet with socks. He’s very weird (apparently he was originally left homeless because all of his previous owners thought he was too noisy). He also does a startingly accurate songbird imitation, and loves to whistle, though he can’t carry a tune (he kind of makes it up as he goes along, and seems to be enjoying himself immensely in the process)

Anyway, Elvis and Priscilla wound up going to a good home, although it was later discovered that they are actually Elvis and…Elvis - brothers, not brother and sister.

Wow…sorry about the length of the post…

[beerman]

two stories
first
we had a dachsund named madame muffin
not my name choice.my sister had made peanut butter fudge and put on a for some reason low quilt box to cool. it was not 5 minutes later that my sister was screaming at me about the “finger trails” through the fudge.i professed my innocence and went looking for the culprit.guess who.the dog had big trails of the fudge running up ger nose nad onto her head.story 2.this one from a local dj(russ martin)he had a cockatiel at one time and he was carving a pumpkin for halloween.he gave the seeds to his bird.the bird was eating the seeds and getting the sticky pumpkin stuff on his face and then decided to have some bird seed.he said that he looks at his bird who is covered with seed on his face and stearted laughing.then the bird looks at him like he is saying what?

[Hanna]

I have a few funny pet stories, but one of the funniest things I have seen was the time I was unpacking one of my eBay purchases and dropped a packing peanut on the floor. My cat Blabby thinks anything new brought into the house is hers, and after she checked out my purchase, she found that packing peanut. She started batting it aroung on the carpet, and suddenly it was gone! Disappeared into thin air! The static electricity had stuck the peanut to her fat little belly and she was twirling around in circles looking for it! She finally sat back on her butt and noticed it sticking to her belly and scooped it off with her paw and started batting it around again, and it stuck to her belly again! I was rolling on the floor laughing at her, and she got this embarrassed look on her face. Really.

[Crash101]

I own a Quaker parrot named Ottis, which are generally the size of cockatiels if not a little bigger. Anyways, Ottis is a mooch, whenever he sees anyone sit at the kitchen table, he climbs down his cage and it’s stand to the floor, proceeds to run to your leg, and climb up it. He then sits on your lap, or continues climbing to your shoulder where he leans over trying to take the food from you before you get it in your mouth. This thoroughly annoys my parents. He also doesn’t like to be alone, and will talk to himself, then proceed to walk from room to room, then upstairs looking for you. He is quite the entertaining pet, let me tell you.