Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Coffeepot

Well, I finally did get to pay a short visit to the kitchen the other day. While I was there, I met the coffeepot. At first it seemed so friendly, sitting there on the counter emanating warmth and making such delightful bubbling and gurgling sounds. I could tell it was filled with water, and we parrots love the sound of moving water. But that coffeepot turned out to be a selfish old thing and wouldn’t let me get anywhere near its water at all. I poked my beak all around it, everywhere I could reach, but it wouldn’t share even one drop of water with me. What a meanie.

3 comments:

Brubeck said...

Shadow, the coffee pot is your friend! Believe me, if your human is anything like mine, you don't want to deal with them if they don't have their coffee!

Shadow said...

I guess you're right, Brubeck. My person does love her coffee. I'm a tea drinker, myself. By the way, what kind of parrot are you?

Brubeck said...

Squawk! My brother Dylan and I are cockatiels. Our big brother Squawkers McCaw is a blue and gold macaw. But he's animatronic.