You know, I didn’t realize it, but we have royalty among us commoners at my humble abode. Although, if I had been paying attention, I would have noticed sooner. I mean the evidence has been there, right under my nose and on my clothes, this entire time. It became evident the other day though as I was vacuuming said evidence off my couch.
May I present for your worship and adoration, ‘Shaylee the First, Her Royal Highness of Savagery and Grace, Defender of Her Realm, Queen of the Pillow Mountain and Surrounding Territories.’
royalty, in the flesh. bow down, peasant! you’re making an awful lot of noise with the vacuum cleaner, you know. i can’t really nap with all of the racket going on.
peasant! what are you doing, peasant!? more importantly, where are the treats!? i’m royalty after all. you’re still vacuuming? what the hell, peasant!? i want treats!
royalty is boring. i’m bored now. the peasant has failed to keep me entertained.
It’s that time during your otherwise enjoyable Sunday evening when it hits you that the weekend is over and you’re trying desperately to hide from Monday but deep in your heart you know that it’s just going to come around no matter how hard you try to keep it at bay, it always does, and besides, your hiding spot has holes in it so no matter how quiet you are, Monday would see you anyway and then you remember that you’re a cat so who even cares about Mondays, and you breathe a sigh of relief cause being a cat is cool, and you decide you kinda like your new hiding spot despite the holes that give away your position and in fact, the holes make it interesting and at least you don’t have Monday to worry about cause, you know… you’re a cat. And cats are cool.
So, I know I just posted a cat pic the other day and now here’s another one… but hear me out, okay?
Look at this cat. Look. At. Her.
This is a vampire, right? I mean, this is what vampires look like. I knew it. She’s a vampire.
Well, that definitely explains this, then.
About time she took a nap!
Okaaayyy, sooo, I have to position her finger just right on the phone screen… HA! Got it! I. Am. In!
Pffft! Tell ME I’m on a diet, will she… who the hell does she think she’s dealing with, anyway!?
Alrighty then, what do we have here? Do I order the 25-case assorted treats or the 100-case special on the freeze-dried chicken bites? Hmmmm… decisions, decisions.
100-case special it is!
if oNly CATS hAd oPPosaBLe tHumbS… yeah, right. I’ll show you what I can do without opposable thumbs. Jerk.
You know, I’m seriously beginning to worry. This cat spends entirely too much time learning new things by watching god knows what online. What is she plotting? I have no idea. But it can’t be good, I know that much. Send positive vibes, people. I think I’m going to need all the help I can get.
Labor Day, generally speaking, isn’t usually equated with a day of peace… it’s just not the theme for the holiday. But, still, miracles happen, and one such miracle happened in Maryland today. In fact, it’s a day that will go down in history.
Let it be known, that on Labor Day 2019, after a long-standing feud of 10 odd years, hostilities came to a halt, as peace talks, successful at last, brought about a temporary truce between two bitter foes. Weary from battle, these faithful warriors laid down their arms… umm, teeth… and sheathed their claws to meet, on common ground, for a well-deserved nap.
Will this newfound (dare we even say it!?) friendship last once these lifelong enemies have awoken? Or is this truce truly temporary? No-one in either camp is willing to end their slumber prematurely, so the future is uncertain.
For now, let’s simply revel in the unexpected tranquility and contentment reigning over the realm.
Tomorrow, as they say, is another day.
The ne’er-do-well (aka Holly) is apparently brushing up on her “teaching old dogs new tricks” routine. I’m a little concerned, quite frankly. Because I know damn well this isn’t a way for her to bond with the dogs, so it can only be a part of her larger scheme to take over the world. And that can’t be good.