Sometimes I think I might be a little bit crazy. Or weird. Or maybe both. Okay, there’s no thinking, I know I am. But some days I feel a little bit crazier and weirder than others.
Stoli, my Lutino Cockatiel loves people time. He loves being picked up and hanging out on someone’s shoulder. We have an en suite bathroom and sometimes I’ll shoulder him when I go in. (For #1 only, of course.) Anyway, he usually sings and I encourage that, but the other day I caught myself really talking to him.
I don’t remember now what I was saying, but at some point I realized what I was doing. Then I was like “Mommy’s losing it, isn’t she? I’m sitting here talking to a bird as if it has even the slightest frelling clue. I’m conversing with something that’s afraid of toilet paper and his own feathers. I’m frelling brilliant.”
I tried to shake it off, but I did wonder about my sanity there for a bit. Does anyone else ever talk to their pets like that? I mean, more than “You’re such a good puppy” or “Yeah, you’re a pretty bird.”? I have no idea why I did it. I don’t know if it should bother me at all that I did. I’ve caught myself having conversations with the cat from time to time too.