Guest Post: Gail’s Interaction

Their names were Max and Pedro, and they were the best of friends.

Pedro sat on his perch above the living room, talking to Max, saying, “Pedro, Pedro, pretty, pretty Pedro!” He bounced up and down on his skinny legs dancing, waiting for Max to taunt him back.

Max stuck his nose up at his friend, eyeing him with his dark eyes, his bright teeth poking out from pink lips. Max didn’t taunt back, but ran in circles waiting to play.

Pedro started whistling, knowing this was how to get Max’s goat, and get him to be on the ready for a tackle. Pedro’s handsome face bobbed up and down as gibberish poured from his tongue in a musical melody.

Max was on the carpet now, knowing the routine, knowing his friend would soon be upon him, and their day would begin like every other day. These two loved each other, more than any buddies I had ever known or shared my home with. They ate together, slept together, and their happiness was inextricably bound with each other.

Suddenly and silently, Pedro was upon him. Max spun around, his eyesight not being very good, but he could smell his opponent and his stubby arms fought to catch hold of his brazen friend. He turned on his back to surrender, all appendages straight up in the air. Pedro had won this round once again.

Pedro stood back to gloat in his victory. He spread his green luminescent wings and preened them in front of Max, without a care of what the large rat might do to him to retaliate. Pedro knew that Max would only wait there for a new opportunity to play.

rat couch2Max didn’t wait. He scurried up the sofa front, and hid behind one of the two plush throw pillows there. Pedro hadn’t seen him, so Max felt secure that he would best his friend in this next round of one-upmanship.

Pedro slowly finished grooming his gorgeous feathers, and looked up. Max was gone. Pedro bounced to the left and to the right, his head pivoting, looking for him. He flew the short distance to the back of the sofa for a better view of the room. “Pretty biiiiiiird! Pretty, pretty Pedro,” he sang, hoping to call Max to him. Silence. No movement. No Max.

Max had heard, and after half a minute, he poked his white whiskers attached to a quivering nose out from behind the throw pillow.
Pedro barreled down the front of the sofa, but instead of rushing Max, he nosed his way behind the other throw pillow at the other end of the couch. Two could play this game!

A standoff. Silence. Eternity passed.

In unison, they rushed at each other, and wrestled in the midpoint on the sofa. Feathers clicked against the friction of Max’s grasp on Pedro’s wing. Max’s tail whipped when he was under Pedro, trying to right his balance to come out on top. They rolled and rolled on the sofa, true wrestler-style, with equal opponents.

They rolled to the edge of the sofa, one big feather and fur fest. In one motion, Max fell off the sofa and landed on his back on the carpet. At the same time, Pedro took flight from the edge, and landed on the kitchen table.

drinking birdIt was Max’s turn to clean himself off, and he did so with joy, another play day complete. Pedro turned to his water glass, and jumped up, perched upon it and like a mechanical toy, took deep gulps of water to refresh himself.


Have you had unlikely pets be close friends? What is the most unconventional pet you have had? What do Max and Pedro have to teach us about interaction? Have you ever had an unlikely interaction? 


Thank you, Gail. If you have not been to Gail Thornton’s World, stop by today to see what is on offer. She is an accomplished poet and author. The theme for this week’s guest posts was interaction. This was a fun look into it.

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  1. This was so cute!
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  2. I was friends with this pill bug once. But I could never get him to really come out of his shell.
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  3. How fun, Gail!!! I felt like I was there too!!! Great post!!

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  4. Cute Cute Cute xxxxx
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  5. This is really cute, Gail…excellent. Pets do have character of their own, and they do interact–as friends. It’s amazing what we can learn from animals if we observe carefully. They’re much more entertaining than people at times…..”:)
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  6. I have enjoyed reading this one Gail,
    you have a fine talent in writing my friend 🙂


  7. Do humans count? They make pretty good pets most of the time. But they can be rather whiny sometimes.

    I’ve never heard of a rat and a bird being friends.
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    • Most human pets are generally good eggs 😉 One of my raccoons adopted one of the chickens.

  8. My Siamese cat was friends with my goldfish. The cat used the fish bowl as his water dish and the goldfish would suck on my cat’s chin while it drank.
    Have a great Apocalypse Day , I hope you have a blast…well you know what I mean 😉
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    • I am so glad we made it through the Apocalypse…again. I need to come see what stellar headlines you got out of it 😉

  9. Oh bless ’em, bless ’em, giving moi a smile.

    Merry Christmas – Gail AND Red 🙂
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  10. Great post Gail,

    I’ve heard of birds and dogs, and even a bird and a cat once, but never a bird and rat.

    • I had a snake who kept a rabbit. I fussed at the snake for making me buy rabbit food. He did not get the rabbit WAS food. I guess after the first 11 he was just full. He kept that rabbit until I found it a home. One bag of rabbit chow, and he had to move. The snake knew which one was his. When I loaded his room the following month, he ate all 12 of those, but left his pet. Go figure.


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