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I had a pair that were named Cisco and Kismet - both did catcalls, (sometimes in the middle of the night - drove us nuts) and they'd do these little synchronized dances now and then.
Kismet was the more athletic one, and do funny hangs upside down while the other one would try, and fail. When Cisco failed, she'd have a big hissy fit and snap at the other one.
I'd take 'em out and they'd either perch on my head while I walked around the house or we'd just crash in front of the TV and they'd fall asleep on my chest.
They both loved warm water baths with squirt bottles and the hair dryer afterwards.
Miss playing around with 'em, but I don't miss the noise.
rjp
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