Mummy Puss and Blackie have indulged in God knows how many unfulfilling meetings with the neighbours’ parrot. The cats themselves know it’s like going to a strip club — all clicky sounds and no eating. But they do it anyway.
The parrot too is unfulfilled.
Our neighbours, Mike and Isobel, are thoughtful people, and on several occasions have made us feel so welcome to the street. But surely it is cruel to keep a parrot in a cage, even a large one outdoors, with no friend or mate? The parrot calls and calls, never to hear that for which he longs.

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