Aren't they just the most adorable little critters?

My whole life I've had an assortment of pets ranging from cats and dogs, birds, gerbils, fish, lizards and God only knows what else. To me, life without animal companionship would be hollow.. ok, so maybe a little less messy and a heck of a lot quieter, but definitely not as fullfilling.

The first couple of pictures I have up here now are of my 2 little green-cheek conures, Chasco and Eva. They are a one-year old brother and sister combo of perpetual motion. I don't think either one has sat still for more than 10 minutes yet and they are constantly one step ahead of me in trying to keep their water bottle attached to their cage.

This is Eva. She lost her left foot due to an infection when she was barely a week old. It amazes me how little her handicap seems to affect her ability to get around. She will hang off the top of the cage to play with her favorite ring toy, swing from place to place using her beak and one foot and is every bit the acrobat her brother is.

This pic of Chasco reminds me of a mug shot. Definitely the more aggresive of the two.. and always the first to investigate new surrounding, this little guy has been known to chase my Amazon off of its own cage! One of his favorite places to take a rest is cuddled under my hand, often on his back.

Webster, the yellow-crowned amazon. My goofy companion of almost 10 years. I took this shot during his favorite activity next to singing opera.. getting a face full of water during showertime. Named after the dictionary in high hopes of his developing a large vocabulary, he has learned roughly 10-15 different words and phrases, including one I won't print on the website. One phrase he gets a lot of amusement out of is "Who's the good bird?" Followed shortly after by "Webster!"

The newest edition to the household is Midnight. Original, I know. I've never owned a cat that liked to snuggle as much as she does. If I lie down on the couch, she is soon draped over me in someway. I frequently wake up in the night with her entire 13 lb. body wrapped around my head and neck rather like a cat turban.

Last, but not least, is Cleo.. rescued from the Humane Society a few weeks after moving into this apt which allows pets. When I brought her home she set out immediately to investigate every square inch including the bathtub and, at 4:00am, the fireplace, which she could enter but not exit on her own. Waking up in a stupor at that hour to the most horrific yowling.. forgetting for the moment I even owned a cat, was quite an initiation.

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