The sunroom is a long rectangular shape, perfect for entertaining friends, or if the option called for it, rock stars. The glass ceiling lets you see the sky so clearly with see-through walls that look out to the backyard, which descend to the rocky shore of the ocean. The sandy-colored patio shines against the glistening of the aquamarine swimming pool. The California fan palms sway gently in the breeze, making the entire area seem something more like a scene from Hawaii than a backyard in Orange County.
The outdoor floors are covered in rich gold-textured white marble, giving it a cool feeling. White wooden sun lounges with tropical-themed beach towels draped over them are placed sporadically, with cute little side tables between, ideal for holding a refreshing cocktail.
I am all about cocktails.
It’s perfect for basking in the warm Californian sun.
I walk farther, Polly Parton’s sitting on his open-top play stand, the wooden swing still moving to and fro from theoverhead bar, where he’s obviously been having a ride. Evidence of his feast is scattered all over the bottom of his cage, while I turn up my nose at him in annoyance. He brings his foot up to his mouth, pulling apart another sunflower seed. Casually, he peeks up, noticing me, and drops the seed to the floor of his cage. His green wings open wide in greeting as he stretches and then shakes his head vigorously, his usual ritual when he first sees me. His feathers fluff up, making him seem bigger than he actually is. He truly is a stunning parrot. The green and yellow plumage shimmer as he lets out a small whistling tune. I gaze down at Doughnut to see her tilting her head from side to side in curiosity, but it actually looks like she’s dancing to Polly’s song.
My heart warms seeing the two of them getting along already. “Aw, you guys are friends,” I say, rubbing the back of Polly’s neck.
Polly flaps his wings, ready to screech.“Rawrr…fuuuck!”Polly screams at the top of his lungs, so loud it hurts my ears.
Doughnut jerks beside me with fright, while her eyes bulge out of her head like last time. Her legs poke out straight, and she topples over like a lead weight onto the carpet, stiff as a board.
I gasp while Polly cackles with laughter.
Glaring at Polly, I rush to my knees to assess Doughnut’s state.
Damn! This is the second time she’s…what?I don’t even know what the hell this is.
“Fuuuck!”Polly calls out again as I pet Doughnut’s fur.
What the hell do I do?
“C’mon, Doughnut. Wake up. Please,” I beg.
“Rawrr…asshole, asshole.”
“Polly, will youshut up? You’ve scared her to death.”
“Ha… ha… ha.”
I groan. “Nice sympathy for your fellow animal there, Polly,” I mumble as I continue to stroke Doughnut, hoping, like last time, with a gentle motion, that she will wake up.
“Piker!”Polly screeches.
“Shut. Up!”I yell in reply.
Suddenly, Doughnut’s head shifts. She glances at me, her face having the same smiling appearance she’s mastered so well. Her tongue comes out, licks up the side of my cheek again, and I can’t help but let out a relieved sigh. “What’s wrong with you, girl?”
She stumbles up on her legs and toddles off, bumping into the sofa, then plonks herself down on the carpet in the living room. She’s glancing out the big bay window as if she’s staring at the night taking hold over the ocean.
If the goat is blind, then how come she can see some things and not others?
Is Doughnut playing me?
I need to figure out what the hell is wrong with her and find her owners.
Do I need to take her to a vet or something?
Flicking my head around, I give Polly a death stare. “You, mister… you’re avery badboy.”
“Rawrr…screw you,”he screeches back at me.
Rolling my eyes, I grunt, “Right back at you.”
I leave Doughnut in the living room. She seems content in there right now. So I fill up a water bowl and place it on the floor in the sunroom. Hopefully, she will know where to search for it. I’ll show her after I’ve looked up what the hell to do with a goat who passes out all the time.
