My family inherited a cockatiel named Tiny. What it lacks in size, it makes up for in prodigious parrot propaganda. Tiny's a guy. And Tiny is only happy if there's a girl in the room. It whistles songs and calls itself a pretty bird. Cheerful. Unfortunately, my family is 83% not girl. So when Mom's not around, Tiny digs its beak into any male fingers that venture too close. And, what's worse, it chirps enough to cause partial hearing loss.

The solution? Put Cleo in the room. Tiny doesn't care what species it's wooing, as long as the object of its affection's female. Even if the target is Siamese and wants to eat it.