What is this? A cat inside the birdhouse
and a bird outside? What kind of backwards,
upside-down world are we living in? Ha, I'm just joking. That cat's my best friend,
and I actually invited him in. And now, he won't leave. Kidding! But actually, there is
something I want him to do, and he just won't do it. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. For a long time, I was a solo bird. This was my favorite place to be. And then all of the sudden, they brought this big,
furry thing home: Pugsley. And
that one: Frank. "Don't worry about Frank," they said. "He wouldn't harm a fly." But I am not a fly, I am
a bird named Chicken. I tried to tell them to go. "That's it, go on." They were taking my humans away. "It is unacceptable in Chicken's eyes." "She does not like to share." I just didn't get the appeal. What was so great about cats? Seems like they just spend
the whole day like this: one laying on top of the other, laying their heads upon a
soft, snuggly pillow of fur, dreaming the day away.
Wait a minute, I want that. For so long, I was the
only animal in the house. "What are you doing?" "You need to get down." I needed animal friends, so I decided to give cat friendship a try. "Hey, whoa." "Ah! I'm trying to snuggle with you. Oh." But they just weren't really getting it. "Hey, you free for a snuggle?" "Oh, no?" "All right." "Wait, are you OK in there?" "He's gonna come out, just wait." "What's happening?" "Let him go potty without you." "He's gonna be OK." "He's OK." (laughing) T
hat's when I realized
what the problem was. They didn't really know me yet. So I came up with a plan: party at my house! "Nice place, huh?" "You're drinking all
of my water, Pugsley." But that's what friends do. "Can we snuggle now?" This isn't working. Yep, still just having
fun in the birdhouse. OK, snuggle time. Nope, need more water first. And a meal? I wasn't sure those cats would
ever want to snuggle with me. I was doomed to a snuggle-free existence. And then one day, it happened. Look clo
sely. Do you see something
tiny and green and happy? Ha, yes, it's me. I was officially a snuggler. Oh, there we are. There we are again. That's how we became a best friend trio. Having cats for best
friends is pretty great. They invite me into their world. "No, no." (laughing) Blegh. That is not what I thought was in there. And they're always welcome in mine. "Scooch over, please." "You know, you have your own water bowl." "I've seen it." (Seamus singing) Hey there. Oops, sorry. Jumped too far.
Thank you. OK, let's try that again. Hello, my name is Seamus. I'm a bird. I live in a house, but not a birdhouse, but there's birds here. There's this bird, and
this bird, and this bird, and this bird, and that bird,
and we all live in the house. But it's not just birds.
There's also these things. I don't know what they are. They have wings like birds,
but they're not birds and I'm very confused by them. Until I figure out what they are, I am just gonna call them flappy tigers. If that is thei
r real name. I think I deserve a prize
or something, don't you? But besides birds and the flappy tigers, there's also people. Real people. Giant people. They found me when I was
a tiny, little baby bird. My feathers looked weird
because I was a baby. Now my feathers look like
this, just a reminder. But they used to look like this. Grown-up feathers, baby feathers. Grown-up feathers, baby feathers. Ah, memories. I would've been a goner
if I hadn't been found, but I was found, and that's
why I'm h
ere talking to you. The people raised me and
got me big and strong until I was ready to go back to the wild. But I didn't have a family, so the people became my family. It's pretty great. I really love it here. The birds, the humans, the
flappy tigers too, I guess. It's all just the best. I have many luxurious
luxuries in this house that are very special and important to me. For example, each and every morning, I take baths in this little dish, which I will now demonstrate. Watch closely, please
. Ta-da! I'll get a towel for the mess. Sorry. Don't worry, nobody's mad
about the water. I promise. We're a very close family. They even let me sip
right from their drinks. Sip, slurp. Excuse me, you left the lid on. The lid. The lid. The lid on the drink. I wish to sip the drink,
but there's a lid on it. So forgetful. I love everybody here. We're always doing fun stuff,
basically all the time. Like crazy freestyle
bird dance dance-offs. Go, go, go. Go, go, go. Dance, dance, dance. And we play
this game I invented
called "Attack the Hand." I'ma getcha. I'ma getcha. It's really just the best over
here. I love them so much. But there's one little thing that's maybe not exactly 100 percent perfect even though it doesn't
really bother me that much. Seriously. What's going on
with these flappy tigers? They drink sugar water, but I'm not allowed to
drink their sugar water. (laughing) What? And everything seems fine and
we're getting along great, and then they flap. I've got more studying
to
do to crack the case, but that's not the point of this story. The point is that I have a big
family. I love them so much. That's all. That's really the whole point. I love them, and I thought
you should know it. Also, when you're a baby bird, sometimes your feathers look different. Also, pigeons are good dancers. Also, lids do not belong on cups. Don't block me from your cups, because I need to sip from them. A thank you. Also, I love these people so very much. I needed them, and they were ther
e for me, and that's really what
family's all about, right? Did I already say the love
part? I should make a list. Oh, last thing: Don't
forget how to take a bath. It's like this. I might need a mop this time instead. Tangerine isn't exactly a fan of people. He's more of a fan fan. “Look at him. He’s riding around.” But he does seem to like you, Clementine. Maybe you could show him
how we have fun around here. No, Clementine. Not that! I meant show him
how to be friends with people. See what an
example you've set? OK, Tangerine. That's enough biting. Clementine, show him we're not so bad. Right? You want to try, Tangerine? There we go. Uh, are we all best friends now? “Who’s so pretty?”
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