across from me lives a tranny. the lady really has affection for nattie. she went to new york recently and actually brought nattie back a toy from some parrot boutique place. talked to the owner and everything, describing nattie and her disposition, getting advice on the best toy for ol girl. really expensive toy, too. like sixty bucks. nattie never plays with the thing. nevertheless, very nice woman.

below me is this old bitch. she recently complained about the noise in my apartment. she's come up and bitched about nattie to me personally a couple times, but this time she called the office. weak. nattie is a very quiet bird, actually. other than beeping very loudly, like the microwave, occasionally, there's no way that old whore hears her. she actually complained about josie, this quaker i was fostering briefly. ok, fine, so josie was pretty loud sometimes, but shit. i never complain that she leaves her tv on all night blasting carson daly through the whole building. last year she actually complained that the tranny left her christmas decorations on the door for too long. (that reminds me, i better remind her to take down that american flag bow, before there's trouble) the tranny and i have discussed her. we don't think she has a very happy life, so we just try to be pleasant and ignore her. doesn't even like the dogs. sad old bitch.