|Moxi with a peanut|
Then there is the fact that Moxi is a super quiet little bird . . . until Jamie tries to talk. For whatever reason, she likes to talk when he does (over him really). I think he should take this as a compliment, clearly this means she just finds the deep timbre of his voice alluring: Jamie just finds it irritating.
|You talkin to me?|
There was also that time that Moxi went to investigate his dinner and got a little too close for comfort (not for her comfort, she was quite comfortable, but too close for Jamie's comfort). He had microwaved some jambalaya and was just sitting down on the couch to eat it when Moxi sidled over to investigate. I know it's wrong, but I often let her eat with me pulling out a noodle or a veggie for her. So, naturally, she smells his dinner and expects to get some. Jamie, however, had no intention of sharing. Both of us start to shoo her and instead of moving AWAY from the food she dodges us and moves towards the food, well, through it actually. Much to Jamie's dismay. There she went like a South American tribesman trotting over hot, firey coals! She raced across his jambalaya rice and sausage dinner. Oops. Needless to say Jamie was adament about not eating it exclaiming hurtful things like, "She walks in her own poop!" So, I removed the top layer of rice and he managed to suffer through the rest of his meal, but not without shooting Moxi several dirty looks.
But the other night, the unthinkable happened! Moxi fluttered down off of the couch as is seemingly this has become her nightly ritual: to get ancy about an hour before bedtime. But instead of heading back to me, this time she veered to the right towards Jamie. She walked over to him and stepped up on his big toe, much to his surprise, climbed up to his shoulder, and remained there contentedly for about an hour or so before heading back to me. Aaaah, harmony. Until Jamie realized she had pooped on his hat . . . sigh.