There are two versions of Julius.
Version one is loud, dramatic, and convinced the entire house should revolve around him. Version two is asleep. When nap time rolls around, Julius finds the perfect spot, fluffs up into what can only be described as a feathery marshmallow, tucks his head away, and disappears into dreamland.  At that point, the rules become very clear.
No loud noises.
No unnecessary movement.
And absolutely no interruptions.
He has important bird dreams to attend to. We're not entirely sure what umbrella cockatoos dream about, but knowing Julius, it's probably unlimited treats, endless showers, and everyone telling him how handsome he is.

Honestly... that's a pretty good life.

We'll let him sleep. Just don't be the one who wakes him up.