I talk a lot with my bird; in fact, we often have great conversations in which I'm able to express my negative opinions, my feelings, to confess all in English or in bad Castellano, and he always listens carefully. He stops chattering his chirpy chirpy sounds, cocks his head, and fixes me with one beady eye and gives me his full attention (unlike most males when I talk). I can go on about anything with Coquito, no subject is taboo, no theory is too outrageous.
And then he always cheers me up when he says, Dame un beso!
Beso, Coquito!! Beso, papa!
I love Mirasol, my Argentine cat. While she's no Phoebe the Expat Cat, then again she hasn't traveled with me to three countries. She's loving...what more does one want from a cat?
When I talk to Mirasol, she answers, Meow. Sometimes she initiates the conversation, with Meow?
Now Coquito not only asks questions--How are you? Okey dokey?
But he answers them too--Te quiero, mama! Birdie Boy! Cookie!
I feel a little more sane to charlar con mi pajarito. Do you think? It beats conversations with myself.