I'm amazed that my blog has been up for several hours and I only have three comments. As everyone knows, I am the focus of all love and admiration in the universe, and people follow my every move because they worship me, so you would think the comments would be piling up like seed hulls outside my cage. I assume people love me so much they don't want to bother me.
Anyway, commenter Jean (a human) says this:
Did you teach your human how to weld? Has he done anything with that yet?
MARVIN! MARVIN! DO YOU LOVE ME, MARVIN!
Sorry, I can't help saying that about a hundred times a day.
To get back to your question, about the welder the human bought, it's a touchy subject. One the one hand, welding is good, because it can be used to make things like bigger bird dishes to hold more food. Or a big paddle to squash cockatoos. On the other, it is used to make cages, which ought to be banned. The other day I surprised my human by greeting him in the morning from a perch on TOP of my cage. I had used my amazing feet to open the door, and I released myself on my own recognizance. I figured once he saw me up there in my proper state, i.e. loose in the house, even his tiny human pea brain would realize things were finally as they should be. But he grabbed me and stuffed me back in the cage, and along the way he made a rude noise on my belly.
I will keep working on him. He thinks I am stubborn, but of course the correct term is "patient."
He says he has the welder all set up, but he is too fat and lazy to buy metal to learn on. That is unfortunate, because he weighs a great deal and could probably use a chair made from tubular steel or maybe titanium.
And before you ask, the answer is no, I have not pooped on the welder yet. But I am biding my time.