Lately, I've been calling Earl Grey "Tea."

"What a beautiful song that is, Tea," I'll say while Earl Grey is singing his Hunka Hunka Burning Love song, and dancing his Hunka Hunka Burning Love dance. Or, "It's okay, Tea, I'm not coming in to get you," I'll say as I open the cage door to put fresh poop paper in. Soon it will be, "Please don't do that, Tea" as Earl Grey pecks my eyes out for calling him "Tea" all the time.

I don't do this on purpose, I just miss Tea. Hopefully I'll get out of the habit before I need an eye patch.