I'm sorry, dear Baruch, you're doomed lol.
Bubu has a husband, and still comes to me to eat from my mouth, and flies to me, perches on my hand with his heart wings, and demands kisses on his tummy. I think you will have to do a lot of research or accept the fact that he chose you as partner. And oh, the joys of having hands or feet humped daily, usually in front of strangers!
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