My Cage my Castle

By Kea Kasprzak

Hi, my name is Kea. Most of you will have already read about me in previous articles written by my human. For those of you who haven’t met me before I am an olive scaly breasted lorikeet, the size of a lovebird, but with personality as large as life. I am going to write to you about how I feel about my cage, as this is were I spend about half of my waking hours.

The first thing you humans need to know is that my cage is my castle, I love my cage as you love your home. My cage is my sanctuary, my safe place, it is were I can run to if I feel scared, were I sleep, were my food is, were my bath is, and most importantly - were my favorite toys are. If any trespasser dares to come into my cage they had better watch out, as my beak is razor sharp and at the ready to lunge into someone. When my human forgets to tell me that she is coming to “clean house”, or give me “fresh food”, then in my zealousness to protect my cage I will bite her and remind her who’s cage it is. 

When my human cleans my cage, I stand by supervising every detail, after all I’ve got to make sure she remembers to put all my toys back were I like them. One time my human moved my bath to the other side of my cage, I got really angry with her, for 3 long days I couldn’t forgive her, then finally she figured out what was upsetting me and put my bath back were it belongs and all was well again. My human has become very sneaky, and takes my fabric toys out and washes them when I am busy watching the canarys. I really should have figured out by now that when she lets me watch the canarys she has some foul plan in mind.

My play area under the table is my ‘back yard’. Trespassers are not welcome, especially that noisy sucking snake that my human calls the vacuum. One time it stole my favorite toy, a red bead, so whenever I see it I get really angry, get puffed up in rage, and lunge at it with all my might.

Last modified: 18 December 2001.