Several years ago, I stayed in a "shelter" where a woman owned these parakeets whom she thoght were lovebirds. She named the birds after the sleazy people who owned the place. She was always drunk and high, and pulled the tail out of one of the birds. She got kicked out and the birds went to another sleaze ball who wouldn't feed them or clean their cage. To make a long story short I took over and helped the birds. They became mine. I renamed them Red and Kitty, after the characters from that 70s show, which I really loved at the time. They had a long life thanks to me, and got me hooked on more budgies. I've had other pairs after they passed away.