Now, in regards to Possible, I have mentioned several times that I am not a cat person. Even more, I would say that I am not a bird person! Let me clarify, that I am not an animal hater. It is just that (1) I have a lot of allergies, and (2) I am the only person who cleans in our house.
So, needless to say, on Christmas Eve, I received quite a shock.
We had stopped off at my grandmother, Nanny's, for a quick visit on our way to my Mother's. We had already had our Christmas Dinner with Nanny a couple of weeks prior, so this was just to be a quick "hey, we love you" and head on up the hill visit.When we walked in, she called the boys over close to her, so she could whisper in their ears. I saw them go in the other room and I heard the word "bird".
A bit confused, I asked, "Oh, did you get a real bird?" I was thinking she had gotten herself a bird.
She snapped a little (medicine induced I am sure), "Well what did you think I got them, fake birds?!"
The next thing I knew, my Aunt was bringing out a bird cage with B and b happily dancing behind it.
I could not speak.
I could not believe what I was witnessing.
I could not fathom that my grandmother would do such a thing without consulting me.
My sister happened to pop in, too, she said, "Oh wow, birds! Did you know?" I just scowled at her and she chose to remain quiet for her own safety.
Nanny had sent my treacherous Mother (the same one who sent Possible home with Brodie) out to do her dirty work. She requested a blue bird and a green bird, as she has always designated things (cups, plates, balls, etc.) for the boys by color. B is "blue" and b is "green".
So off we went with the birds to said Mother's house for Christmas Eve dinner. My sister had beat me there and had asked Mother, "Oh my God! Did you know Nanny got the boys birds?!" My Mother said, "Yes! She made me do it! Is Kerri mad?!?"
That was right about when I walked in.
I had a real scorcher planned for my Mother the Traitor.
And I was planning to leave those birds right there with her!
But, in light of Christmas, and of her mother's impending death, and of the joy the boys were experiencing in showing her their new pets, I just shut up.
So Devvy (B's) and Giffy Grinch (b's) came to live with us. And it hasn't been that bad.
(1) Possible hates them.He has only knocked the cage over once - in the wee hours of the morning, and the Canadian and I about broke our necks running downstairs to rescue those birds.
(2) Devvy had to go and die!So off I went in secret, to Petsmart , with a dead bird in a ziploc, to find a matching replacement. Because the boys will have to deal with my grandmother's death soon enough, I didn't want to put more grief on them right now.
So I pulled the ole' switcheroo and was helped by the same lady who helped my Mother. She told me she had tried her best to talk my Mother out of giving us "surprise" birds, but that my Mother had told her, "You just don't understand, I cannot go back to my Mother's without these birds!"
Thankfully, the boys didn't notice the change.
And as for my grandmother, my Mother reported that she sat around smiling all week, smugly, like the cat who had eaten the canary, at the coup she had pulled off.