My mother's budgie, Tiki, is a princess. My father built her a delightful mansion to live in, and she has a marblesque birdbath (not pictured). Princess Tiki has my parents wrapped around her little toe: my mother is trained to mist Tiki for her daily showers, and keeps *both* of her food dishes full; my father makes many different types of whistles to keep Miss Tiki entertained; and until they realized the con, both of my parents were accustomed to carrying her cage right up to her when it was time for her to go back inside. My father has even declared that I am no longer "the baby", but that the princess has usurped my place! Of course, as I write this, their royal highnesses, Prince Ernie and Prince Joey are roosting atop my head, so I really cannot complain.
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