At any rate, we have come to resolution. Daddy clipped my toenails tonight and he did a great job. They look and feel so much better! My feet are so pretty now. But I'm still not standing on that bile-green perch. Ugh. I wish they could at least find a pink one. I might consider it then.
Truth is, I'll probably wind out considering it anyway. It doesn't look like the perch is going away. Who knows? Spring is on the way, and it gets hot around here. Maybe that perch will be cool and soothing on a hot summer day. We'll see what happens, but I'm doing it in my own timing. They should at least respect that. It is, after all, my cage. My personal space. All mine.
That's all tonight. Take care and be sure you stay well groomed and pretty.