Feathers Fly When Gaga, Zeta-Jones, and Rihanna Debate Parrot Dieting
La Riunione Inizia: “Il Problema È L’Indulgenza”
(The Meeting Begins: “The Problem Is Indulgence”)
The scene was supposed to be a calm, civilized afternoon at a
private aviary in Beverly Hills, arranged by a celebrity animal wellness collective. Three of the world’s most famous women—Lady Gaga, Catherine Zeta-Jones, and Rihanna—had gathered to discuss a pressing issue: their beloved pet parrots had gotten, in the words of one handler, “dangerously chonky.”
What followed was anything but civilized.
The trouble began when Catherine Zeta-Jones arrived with a leather-bound notebook titled “Discipline & Feathers: A Welsh Approach.” Her cockatoo, a smug bird named Glyndwr, sat on her shoulder like a tiny, judgmental cloud.
“The problem,” Catherine announced in her crisp, theatrical diction, “is indulgence. Glyndwr was getting four macadamia nuts a day. Four! I’ve cut him to one and a half, and we’ve begun interval training on the perch. He does not care for it, but neither did I care for learning the tango. We persevere.”
La Filosofia di Rihanna: “Solo Vibrazioni, Niente Diete”
(Rihanna’s Philosophy: “Only Vibes, No Diets”)
Rihanna, draped in fur and lounging on a velvet settee, rolled her eyes so hard her diamond earrings swung. Her lorikeet, a hyperactive rainbow menace named Fenty, was currently doing somersaults in his cage for no apparent reason.
“Interval training? Catherine, babe, that’s cute, but Fenty doesn’t need a drill sergeant. He needs vibes,” Rihanna said, gesturing with a manicured hand. “I put on a playlist—some dancehall, a little afrobeats—and he just moves. Natural cardio. He’s lost like three grams. Also, I switched him from sugary nectar to a low-sugar organic blend. He was mad at me for a week. Sent me a look, you know? But we’re good now.”
Catherine sniffed. “Music is not a training regimen.”
“It is when it’s Good Girl Gone Bad,” Rihanna shot back.
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L’Arrivo di Gaga: “Parlo Solo Italiano Oggi”
(Gaga’s Arrival: “I’m Only Speaking Italian Today”)
And then there was Lady Gaga.
Gaga had arrived forty minutes late, wearing what appeared to be a gown made of recycled birdseed and a hat shaped like a macaw in mid-scream. She had immediately taken a seat, pulled out a small Italian-English phrasebook, and begun speaking exclusively in Italian. Not one word of English had escaped her lips since she walked in.
Her birds—a king parrot named Stefano and a rosella named Bianca—were perched nearby, looking confused and, frankly, a little hungry.
“Non è facile, sai? Ho dovuto togliere le ciambelle. Le ciambelle! Capisci? Era il suo cibo preferito.“
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Catherine blinked. “I’m sorry—did she say donuts?”
“I think she said she took away the donuts,” Rihanna translated, though her Italian was largely limited to menu items. “Wait, she was feeding her king parrot donuts?”
Gaga nodded solemnly. “Sì. Ciambelle. Con glassa. Ma ora basta. Solo verdure. E esercizio.“
“Vegetables and exercise,” Rihanna muttered. “Groundbreaking.”
La Metafora del Pinguino: “Sai Quanto È Difficile?”
(The Penguin Metaphor: “Do You Know How Hard It Is?”)
Catherine leaned forward, trying to maintain diplomacy. “Gaga, darling, we really need to coordinate our strategies. If we’re going to present a unified parrot wellness protocol, we must all speak the same language. Literally.”
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Gaga looked her dead in the eye and said, with the gravity of a woman delivering a UN address: “Sai quanto è difficile far fare le flessioni a un pinguino?“
There was a long pause.
“What,” said Rihanna flatly, “did she just say?”
Catherine, who had studied some Italian at a performing arts academy in her youth, slowly set down her teacup. “I believe… she asked if we know how hard it is to get a penguin to do pushups.”
Rihanna stared at Gaga. Gaga stared back, unblinking, and then gestured emphatically at her king parrot. “Stefano non è un pinguino, ma il principio è lo stesso!“
“Stefano is not a penguin, but the principle is the same,” Catherine translated, her voice hollow.
“Why is she talking about penguins?” Rihanna demanded. “We don’t have penguins. Nobody here has a penguin. Gaga, we’re talking about parrots.”
Il Piano Nutrizionale di Gaga: “Niente Spuntini Notturni!”
(Gaga’s Nutritional Plan: “No Nighttime Snacks!”)
Gaga set down her phrasebook and held up one finger, the way she does before accepting an award. “Aspetta. Devo spiegare il piano nutrizionale.“
She pulled out a laminated chart from somewhere inside her birdseed gown. It had little drawings of parrots with checkmarks and sad parrots with X’s over donuts.
“Allora. Colazione: verdure a foglia verde. Niente semi. Pranzo: un pezzetto di frutta, ma piccolo! Cena: pellet per pappagalli, porzione controllata. E poi—questo è importante—niente spuntini notturni.“
“Nighttime snacks?” Rihanna repeated. “Stefano was getting nighttime snacks?”
“Sì! Si svegliava alle due di notte e gridava ‘CIAMBELLA!’ fino a quando non cedevo.“
Catherine looked genuinely horrified. “Gaga. You were being manipulated by a bird.”
“Lo so! Ma era così carino quando dormiva sulla mia spalla…“
“That’s how they get you,” Rihanna said, nodding sagely. “Fenty does this thing where he tilts his head and looks at me with one eye. I gave him three extra nectar pods last week because of it. I’m not proud.”
Il Digiuno Intermittente: “Il Veterinario Mi Ha Urlato Contro”
(Intermittent Fasting: “The Vet Yelled at Me”)
Gaga suddenly grew animated again, flipping through her phrasebook. “Ho anche provato il digiuno intermittente per i pappagalli! Ma Stefano ha urlato così tanto che i vicini hanno chiamato la polizia.“
“Intermittent fasting?” Catherine said, aghast. “Gaga, parrots need consistent access to food. Their metabolisms are—”
“Lo so, lo so! Il veterinario mi ha urlato contro. In italiano! È stato terribile.“
Rihanna was now openly laughing. “The vet yelled at you in Italian? That’s a new level of celebrity.”
“Non ridere di me! Provo solo a far perdere peso a Stefano. Ma lui è pigro. Non vuole volare. Vuole solo stare sulla sua pertica e guardarmi con rabbia.“
Il Rinforzo Positivo: “Una Fettina di Mandorla”
(Positive Reinforcement: “A Tiny Sliver of Almond”)
“Well,” Catherine said, recovering her composure, “at least you’re trying. But Gaga, darling, you can’t just cut out all treats. Positive reinforcement is key. Glyndwr gets a tiny sliver of almond when he completes his perch intervals.”
“Una fettina di mandorla! Che lusso! Stefano non riceve niente perché mi odia.“
On cue, Stefano let out a long, low squawk that sounded suspiciously like the Italian word for “traitor.”
“Vedi? Mi insulta!“
Rihanna wiped a tear from her eye. “Okay, Gaga, I’ll help you. But we’re doing this my way. Stefano needs to move. We’re going to put on some beats, and we’re going to see if that king parrot can drop it low.”
“Non so cosa significhi ‘drop it low,’ ma sono disposta a provare.“
Catherine sighed and opened her notebook. “Fine. But I’m documenting this. For science.”
La Conclusione: “La Vita È Una Metafora”
(The Conclusion: “Life Is a Metaphor”)
Gaga, sensing a breakthrough, raised her carrot stick like a torch. “E ricordate: se un pinguino può fare le flessioni, allora anche un pappagallo può perdere peso!“
“That is not scientifically accurate,” Catherine said.
“È una metafora!“
“Why is it always a metaphor?” Rihanna groaned.
“Perché la vita è una metafora, Rihanna. E anche il grasso dei pappagalli.“
They never did agree on a unified parrot diet protocol. Catherine left early, muttering about “structure” and “macadamia rationing.” Rihanna stayed to swap playlist recommendations with Gaga, who had begun translating the lyrics to “Bad Romance” into Italian for her birds’ “emotional enrichment.” And Stefano the king parrot, who had spent the entire meeting looking at Gaga with undisguised contempt, finally accepted a carrot stick—grudgingly—which Gaga declared “un miracolo.“
The aviary collective later received a joint statement from the three stars: “We are committed to the health of our feathered companions. Also, penguins cannot do pushups. This has been a learning experience.”
Gaga’s contribution to the statement was, naturally, in Italian. It included the phrase “flessioni dei pinguini” no fewer than six times.