My daughter created a CAG-zilla in just the 3.5 days I was in hospital having tests. I came home today. I ask if she has been giving pistachios as a treat. She starts another conversation. Screech type 1 ...daughter brings plain pistachios. She made a mistake and brought the rare habanero roasted pistachios and screech morphed into type two. My daughter's idea of chop (Nameliss's perfect meal); white rice, cheese, and a the least amount of green, yellow or red items that you can see. My daughter mixes a big bowl of breakfast rice with cheese, egg and a meat on the side. I told her to hide her food. But nope. Nameliss, saw and wanted. My daughter has been told by me too many times to count about Nameliss and her tendency for low weight. So she fed Nameliss what Nameliss wanted. It was a good thing that there is nothing wrong with my heart! In barely 4 days, Nameliss had trained my daughter to give her pistachios on demand, rice with cheese, toast with butter, crescent rolls with butter and cherry turnovers for breakfast. It was a was a good thing I was only gone three mornings. I would have come back to a diabetic, morbidly obese, coronary artery diseased, waddler instead of my sweet slightly under weight but healthy CAG. Naturally, my daughter's name was priority on the feathered manipulator's beak. The worst was Nameliss was allowed to watch unsupervised YouTube. My daughter only has a vague idea of what was on it. I ask, cartoons, variety shows is the replies. AS I SAID WE LIVE. BIRDS LEARN.
