“Do you know what today is, Squeaks?” Momanita asked.
Usually, Momanita raised the cover on my rolly coop slowly. Today, she pulled it off quickly and scared me, my heart skipped a beat!
“Today is Valentine’s Day! I have my heart set on celebrating with you.”
“Let’s celebrate by napping and eating Cheerios. I LOVE both of those,” I said from the bottom of my heart.
To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk.
“At first, I thought we could start the day writing. We both LOVE writing. Then I had a change of heart and thought we should eat breakfast first.”
Momanita placed my writing nest on top of my rolly coop and opened both of their doors. I knew the routine by heart and climbed into my writing nest.
“I cross my heart, Squeaks, today will be a fun celebration! Valentine’s Day is my favorite holiday!”
Momanita wore her heart on her sleeve.. She smiled and spun around the kitchen swinging my writing nest. As she spun, I saw my favorite treat on the refrigerator- Cheerios. I could eat them all in a heart beat!
“My breakfast is Cheerios. Yours is a new cockatiel seed mix from the pet store.”
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Momanita’s heart was in the right place, but my heart broke when she poured Cheerios into her bowl and not into my seed dish.
“Don’t eat your heart out, Squeaks,” said Momanita. “I’ll share.”
I was about to lose heart then Momanita pinched a Cheerio between her fingers and fed me- a fun start to the day.
“You have a heart of gold, Momanita, and you’re a hootman after my own heart!.”
I’m not sure if she understood me because Momanita MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk.
Anita Borgo 