I saw this post online and was fascinated with the charm of this little bird and the fun of saying “featherless lovebird.” It sounds like poetry in and of itself, the way the vowels lilt and the first syllables of each word are accented, just like her name.
I feel compelled to knit her a little winter coat or something and put a warm cap on her head, the kind with the ear covers and a fluff ball at the top. And maybe add a tube of glittery lipstick and some fluttery eyelashes for her Christmas stocking, just for some sparkle. Maybe paint her toenail talons or throw in a pair of thigh-high black leather boots. Surely this little creature must run around freezing all the time. She seems the type who probably crawls in someone’s shirt pocket and marsupializes herself in all that nakedness.
Featherless lovebird?
Like a Mexican Hairless
tiny cat with wings?
According to the numbers on the post, she’s quite the social media attraction!
And it looks like there may be Blondie mugs available, too!
Just in time for Christmas.
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