My dog and cat liked the bird. The cat was terrified of him. When the cat stalked Max, Max would flare up his wings in attack mode and the cat ran. The dog liked to walk around with the bird on his back grooming him. The bird used to watch the dog go to sleep then call him in the same voice we used. It drove the dog crazy.
The big problems for birds, parrots, is diet. Max would only eat seeds, he would starve before he ate anything else other than a chicken leg or potato. He died of high cholesterol, linked to an all seed diet. Never give one seeds if you can help it.
The second is fans, ceiling fans. We could never have a ceiling fan on. He ran loose and flew all over the house. I got more enjoyment out of him than any pet I ever had. He went outside, sat on our lamppost near the pool and loved to watch swimmers.
He loved young women with curly hair. And he detested my husband but would lure him by asking for a "nice scratch" and then biting the hell out of him. Hubby once said "Max you bastard" and Max immediately began calling people bastards.
Bwhahaahh.
That's why I could not own a parrot. He'd hear me swearing during Lions games or when politicians are on TV. "Harrington, you $#^@#^ suck" "STFU Hanoi John!!"
It'd end up being like me swearing in front of a girl or my mom.