DJ

This is DJ.

I admit I have a soft spot for anything furry and cuddly, or as in this case, feathery.

DJ came into my life under two weeks ago, when neighbours asked if I would look after him while they headed down south for a break.

So...DJ's pad is set up at my place and the neighbours waved goodbye to.

DJ now becomes know as DJ. I think his real name is Dusty, but really, that just doesn't do it, so I've renamed him DJ Attitude ++.

DJ is a cool dude with attitude and spunk (no not that....this is Australian for showing courage/spirit, which counts, as he doesn't bat a feather when I decide the best way to clean up his feathers and discarded seed shells is by using the vacuum in his pad).

DJ has a constant habit of checking out his coolness in his mirror (um wait, that's three mirrors... what the??? I have one!) , blatantly. None of this quick sneak from the corner of his eye,while no-one is apparently looking, it is a full on gaze, head twirling, preening, followed by a wolf whistle when he finishes.

His cool dude moves are awesome enough that he should be appearing in Chris Brown's video Yeah 3x. I am attempting to teach him to say jump (rather than peek a boo, as this doesn't really cut it for such coolness). And the descending angel pole move ... well that puts me to shame.

As with any star, he has demands.

Demands to visit outside his pad, transported around in luxury.

Demands attention by calling out, what's happening? (he learns quickly).

Demands to be cajoled and stroked in the way that HE likes, with a nip and screech if it is not done correctly.

But hey who am I to argue with such demands as he gives me a wolf whistle as I head out the door to work.