I have little chew marks in the corner of my bookcase and a few of my books bindings have been gnawed on thanks to Mikey. We let him out of his cage to stomp around the house and he tends to get into trouble. Usually you know he is up to no good because you will hear him say “No! get out of there!” as he chews on something he shouldn’t. He is around 20 years old and has lived with my mom, my sister and now me, he could live a total of 70 years or so. He has tormented boyfriends at my sister’s apartment, tortured my step-dad by yelling over his music (the bird still drops F-bombs occasionally, wonder where he heard those!?) and tries to boss my dog around. He and my husband yell to each during the day, “Hey Ron”, “yeah Mikey”, “come heeeeerrrrrreeeeee.” He tends to cobble things together and it can be pretty amazing. Mikey really only talks when we leave the room or when you are on the phone. I have learned that I say “cool, uh huh, oh wow, yea, ok” during conversations. He also says “Ok – bye” the entire time. Unfortunately, he won’t speak on command, so unless people stay a few hours, they don’t get the fully Mikey experience.
Right now, it is after dinner and he is yelling at the dog, giving himself treats, whistling and of course, burping and farting. His humor is fairly low-brow. Some of his catch phrases are: “Bark, bark, bark. Meow… Kill the kitty!” He will then proceed to laugh wildly. He wolf whistles, tells the dog to stop barking and will say “Time to go to bed” after yawning at night. He greets me in the morning with “Good morning” and “Wake up, wake up”!
He is messy and loud, he has drawn blood a few times, the dog and cat give him wide berth, but he’s great because I am never talking to myself when he is around. That crazy bird helps keep me sane.