Asked by Official_MaxTheDog

Firstly, this is a really good question. Thanks Max. Secondly, my life before I met Gidget, Alfred, (my owner) and the others was pretty messed up. Here's how it went down...

Several years ago, I was born in a forest near Albany with my little sister. A week later, my parents were killed by hunters who took my sister and I to a pet store in New York City, where we lived for the next thirteen months being teased by other birds. At last, an old man named Alfred came in and adopted us.

For more details, I suggest you read my origin story, The Story of Tiberius.

Keep those questions and dares coming guys!