Pat, the Cockatiel

Hey! Keep that pointy thing away from me!!!

I ' M P A T
And that's that.
Well, I'm a bird of few words, actually, I'm a bird of no words as I never talk. It's not that I didn't learn how, it's just that I'm not very bright and have nothing to add to a conversation. I know, I know, some of my species just won't shut their yapp, going on about wanting a cracker, and even cute stuff like "here, kitty, kitty," but you won't hear any of that stuff from me. Instead, I would rather eat perches, throw birdseed all over the house, and molt. Molting is one of my favorite things to do. I even thought about opening a business making pillows until I saw how big they were -- gosh, a bird could molt his entire life and not fill even one pillow. So for now, I am unemployed and sit around most of the time, waiting for the next chance I get to poop on somebody.

Answering Email... I hate SPAM!

Always the Life of the Party

Oh yeah, it's Mister Pat now, huh, wise guy!

Grandpa Pat was a General in the Confederacy.

Staying on top of things, just trying to get ahead.

Gosh, I Hate Moving!!!

Oh, I think I am going to be car sick!

Mmmm piffff shmmmm mmhm

If I have three sunflower seeds and you have two sunflower seeds...
I'd eat mine and yours and we would have zero sunflower seeds.
This math homework is so easy.

Meow?
I don't speak cat.
Now quit slobbering on me.