I was planning on telling you ALL about it... there was a lot of crazy stuff that was interesting and fascinating and all that.
But I can't. I was specifically asked not to.
SO. It looks like you are stuck with the boring things.
I have NEVER owned a pet other than the occasional fish. Suddenly, I'm stuck (literally, because they wanted someone there at ALL times) in a house with a bird (Serengeti), a cat (Crystal), and a dog (Sadie).
The person who lived there has dish network. So I watched TV. A LOT.
I watched Rizzoli and Isles, which is a crime show that I've wanted to see. It's pretty good.
And I can say that because I watched 6 episodes PLUS the summer season finale.
Commercials are annoying, but doable. During commercial breaks, I drew this.
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| this is the bird. |
I did bio homework (which I recently have learned, might be for NOTHING), and read, practiced the piano, and BLASTED "Call me Maybe" when it came on the radio (which I brought from home).
I dealt with the animals.
The bird was fine. On my first day there, whoever was in-charge told me a lot of stuff about how to keep a bird.
"If you want to change cages, put a dish towel over your arm, so he doesn't scratch you. He is allergic to avocados, but enjoys lots of other fruits (list of fruits). When you put treats in his cage, you might want to be careful, or wear gloves. He can bite, and he doesn't like girls. If he DOES bite you, don't worry, it won't bleed that much, but you might want to put some hydrogen peroxide on it anyway, just to be safe. Birds are smart, and scientific inquires prove that birds have the brain function of the average two-year-old, and are really good at mimicking. be careful what you say around him, because you never know what he's going to pick-up. I remember this one time when (insert drawn-out story of bird mimicking the telephone ring, and the voice of someone's father). He likes to be sung to, and his favorite song is "Oh what a beautiful morning," and you should sing it to him about twice a day. The water bowl should always be full, and if it gets slimy you might have to take it out and clean it before re-filling it. The bird-seed needs to be replaces, when it looks like there are just shells, and make sure to throw it out, because flies grow in there..."
That was what they told me.
This is what I took from that,
"DON'T touch the bird. Watch the water and food. Whistle when you feel like it."
I think I liked the bird best. It would make really funny noises, which got confusing. It mimicked the ring of my cell-phone (though not too convincingly) and even said "Hello" when I answered the phone. It was really good at the "cat call," and I kept whistling the theme to "Rio," hoping it would catch on.
It didn't. What it DID manage to pick up was my laugh. I was laughing at something on TV, and the bird was laughing with me... with what was almost my laugh.
wierd.
Now I understand why everyone hates cats.
I seriously thought that I had lost the cat. I checked everywhere I could think of, but didn't see it. For 5 hours. I was just about ready to call someone, when the cat came strolling in and curled up next to me, begging to be petted. Crazy thing.
It would disappear at night, and then, just before I went to bed, it would purr and meow outside my closed door sending me on a little guilt trip.
There were times when the cat was actually nice. Times when I actually enjoyed petting it.
But they were fleeting.
The dog stayed outside, but not in the front yard (apparently, it could crawl through the front gate). She was sweet, and really obedient.
The whole thing was kind-of weird and left a LOT of responsibility on my shoulders. I used my cell-phone more than ever before, as it was the only way to keep in contact with the 3+ people who were in-charge, and needed to talk to me. I was "on call" and had to leave places early and abandon other plans to go and sit in a mostly-empty house. But there you go.
How did I get roped into this?
The owner lady was in need of someone to house-sit while the regular house-sitters went on a brief vacation. She wasn't thrilled about having a 17-year-old watch the place, but my correspondent made it seem like I walked on water, and kept talking up all my good qualities.
Amazing. I didn't know that she thought so highly of me (no matter how conceited that sounds, it's true).
Anyway, that was an adventure.
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