It was Meekull's bath time. I prepare everything according to routine. I laid the pillowcase on the wicker towel hamper (his beach towel) and placed his little swimming pool (his large white plastic jar cap) in the center. It's full of water (about 1/4 inch deep). He flutters down from his cage, lands on his towel, and eagerly hops into his pool. He just as quickly hops right back out, squawking as he goes. He's standing beside his pool, looking up at me with his head tilted, still cursing. So I tapped his pool and said, "Meekull, bath." He hops back in and right back out. I'm standing there scratching my head. He's looking at me and then back at the water but won't budge. Then, I understood. I picked up his pool, dumped it out, and replaced it with warmer water. "Meekull, bath." He hops back in, wiggles, and, eyes closed, sinks his tiny birdie bob in the warmth. I could almost hear him whispering, "Ahhhhhh."
