Taking a drink of water

Last night, I got home from work a bit later than usual, so Thomas had beaten me home.  As soon as he heard me, Beeps flew into the kitchen. (He's at that stage of his hormonal period where he wants nothing more than to be on, or at least near, me at all times.)

However, Beeps got a bit distracted when he saw a mug of water on the table and decided he was thirsty.  The mug was perfectly caique-sized, and it was so cute watching him drink out of it.  However, before I could take a picture, Max flew over and bullied him away from the water.

I don't even think she was thirsty; she just wanted to prevent Beeps from doing what he wanted to do.

Happy ending for Beeps -- I picked him up and spent some one-on-one time with him, which he much prefers anyway.