Like a Brooch, Only Bigger and Biting

His feet like the pin of the clasp.

Or like an electric green prom corsage. Me, the Never Attender of the Prom, now has a living bouquet of brilliant feather.

You may lose hearing in the ear nearest if he screams while adhered. He has yet to bite a cheek, an ear. But one flinches a little each time, deep down. Parrots can be irrational, emotional. They would love the opera if they could go.

He likes my left clavicle/shoulder for attachment. Swinging by one or two feet as I lean over the sink while brushing my teeth. He makes whooshwhooshy noises in mimic, and bobs his head in delight. We can't seem to capture it on camera--he will not perform on command.

Yeah, he's the boss of me. And I let him.

But the 18 year old cat is downstairs crying (in fear? pain? confusion?) with more regularity--sometimes 3-4 times an hour. I have the two dogs to walk, one who likes to bite the other in the face when she's excited, which is most of the walk--trying to take down the world in her sphere. And then there's the 15 year old, overweight, arthritic cat, too.

So I let myself be bossed by all of them. I know, I know.

But each has a spark you cannot turn away from--