Weekdays I get up at 6:30 and bring in Gandalf’s breakfast. Though sometimes start the morning by bring him into the bathroom with me to get a steam bath and sometimes I actually make him take a shower (he hates water), then give him breakfast. Either way I’m out the door by about 7am and I usually return around 4:30.

The first person home either lets Gandalf out to play on top of his cage or puts him on his stand to whatever other room they’re going to be in. We don’t have an set amount of cuddling per day or anything we just take him to whatever room we’re in provided that if I’m in the kitchen I’m not cooking, or if Kurt is in the garage he isn’t painting something, etc. When we watch tv we “dance” to our favorite theme songs (Penn & Teller’s show) and sing along with the Vontage commercials (woo who woo who who). Gandalf gets dinner when we eat. Sometimes, depending on what I cook he eats the same thing we do. Gandalf usually takes longer to eat than we do, mostly because he must make sure to toss everything out of his bowl and then waddle around taking bites of the scattered food.

Weekends are a completely different story. We don’t cover Gandalf’s cage so he wakes up with the sun. In the winter that’s not so bad, but in the summer it’s a pain in the ass. He starts by making pleasant sounds cooing and talking, but sometimes we just don’t get up early enough for the darling pile of feathers so he starts to make the smoke alarm sound (also known as the dinner bell when my boyfriend is cooking). At that point, he’s kind of hard to ignore so we feed him and depending on how late were we up the night before we may try to sleep for another hour. On the weekends it really depends on what we’re doing – We may spend the whole day with Gandalf out of the cage, he might get to go for a ride with us somewhere, or he may have to stay in his cage for the day.