For two days I had to complain at them, chirping and squawking. Waking my humans up when they were napping, being louder than the TV, banging my food dish around and twanging the bars of my cage, you'd think they'd get the message. Finally, I got my Sunday bath. It's about time.
Now I can tuck my head backward, nestle my beak between my shoulders, and nap the rest of my day in peace.