My black cat with the yellow eyes, Jaggar, used to hang out in this room all the time with me, my office as I call it, since I have desk and a computer in here, as I type poems, as I practice on my guitar, so I don’t want to ban him from me, but when he sits and stares at the bird, I squirt water on him from my trusty spray bottle. I don’t want Jaggar to get the idea in his head that Dolcinea might be breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

The bird is eating early this morning. She is a good eater, enjoying her pellets often, and often chowing down on the various fruits and vegetables that we put in a bowl for her fresh daily. Our bird will watch her first Super Bowl, today. She will join us in the living room for the game. I do not know who she will root for.