Fritz had the "Sugar Diabetes".
Red had Lupus.
They got along pretty well despite their illnesses and completely different temperaments.
They actually appeared to be friends, even though I never really saw them touch each other or hug each other or hold hands or anything like that. They did give each other a quick smooch each night followed by a vigorous round of "Eskimo Kissing." Fritz would chortle and sing a farcical German beer-hall song whilst their beaks slapped back and forth, one against the other.
Heck, by the time I knew them, they didn’t even sleep together – Fritz had "Pa’s" bedroom and Red had the "back bedroom" and I don’t remember anyone ever saying a thing about it.
When I was really young, like around six or seven or eight, I got dibs on whichever one I wanted to sleep in; if I picked "his" quarters it was sure to be so dark that I would wake in a panic at 2 am screaming my head off not knowing where I was. He would get up from his identical twin bed across the room and come over and turn me around and then pad back to his rack.
"Put your head up here", he would say gruffly – but I always felt better knowing he was there.
If I slept in "her" room she would camp on the pull-out sofa in the living room and watch Johnny Carson while I laid in her luxe Queen size and read Hardy Boys or Granny and Reddy Fox books. I couldn’t decide which I liked better, both series were great; I always fell asleep with the bedside table-lamp blazing.
Sometimes I hung out with Red in the living room before I went to sleep; she would posit rhetorical questions about the Tonight Show host and his staff, and the questions were always the same: