Julius might look like a majestic bird during his shower, but what comes next? That’s when the real chaos begins.

As soon as the water’s off, it’s game on. He puffs up to twice his size, starts flapping like he’s trying to take off for another continent, and sends water flying in every direction. Walls? Soaked. Mirror? Fogged up. Whoever was within a six-foot radius? Also now showered.

Then comes the victory strut—still damp, feathers sticking out in every direction, head held high like he just conquered Mount Birdmore. He lets out a loud squawk (which we assume means “you’re welcome”), and proceeds to preen every feather like he’s getting ready for a red carpet appearance. By the time he’s dry, he’s looking like a whole new bird—and we’re left with towels, puddles, and the distinct feeling we just lived through a feathered monsoon.

But hey, when you’re Julius, post-shower drama is just part of the routine.