Every now and then, my little brother Julius waddles over like he has something incredibly important to tell me.

He leans in close.
Looks around to make sure the humans aren't listening. Then he starts chattering away like he's revealing the secrets of the universe. I have no idea what he's saying. I just nod occasionally and let him think he's running the meeting.
Truth is, I'm mostly wondering if he's brought snacks... or if this is another one of his speeches about why screaming at absolutely nothing is a perfectly reasonable hobby.

He's an odd little featherball. But he's my odd little featherball.

So I'll keep showing up to the meetings... even if I'm still waiting to figure out what they've actually been about.