Kiwi surprised me last night. I left early because we had plenty of people working and it was slow. A few hours after the store closed the owner called me about an issue with the printer. I went back in to see what was wrong with it. She went into her office to get some things to take home with her and I sat on the floor in front of the printer to see what was wrong with it. The store was pretty quiet and I heard this click, click, click noise coming across the floor. I leaned over a little and Kiwi came around the corner. He knew I was there and had gotten down off of his stand and walked across the store to visit me. When the owner came back she asked where Kiwi was because she was going to put him in his carrier for the trip home. There he was, sitting on my shoulder. It's still strange that this bird who has such a reputation for being a biter has warmed up to me and come to see me by his own choice. I'm not complaining. I love seeing his personality shine through his exterior. He's more than just a cockatoo that's had a rough start to life. He's a biter, a cat killer, and has a potty mouth, but underneath he's got some love to share.