Last night was a big fight with Sid. The hardest part was to pick him up with the tea towel. He reallyreallyreally didn't want to be caught. And when Husband Guy finally had a good hold on him, he was so so so pissed off at being held. But we did it, we gave him his antibiotics, cleaned the sore spots and rubbed Fucidin cream on them. He held a grudge over to this morning, attacking the Cheerios instead of eating them.
Husband left the room to do something, so I sat by a corner of Sid's cage. He's okay with people sticking their faces close to him, but he hates people's hands. I put my face up close and whistled.
He whistled back. I whistled again. And this went on for a few rounds. I was just happy that he didn't seem to be still mad at me for last night's abuses. Then he said, "pretty bird" (!!!) O_O It was very chirpy, but very distinctly "pretty bird". He also made this purring/warbling sound at me as well. And he ate some of the special vitamin diet pellets that Dr. McDonald said he had to have.
*sigh* More abuse tonight. Antibiotics. Epsom salt cleaning. Lamisil cream.