Sometimes I see things and hear things and feel things that others are not quite clever or maybe even quick enough to assimilate.
It might be because I am a monkey…or just that I am The Incredibly Wide Eyed Ruby…which puts me in a Superior Classification.
Are you smirking at me, Diva Calico Gen? Are you shaking your head Miss Fancy Pants, Jakita? Look at Charlie and Tigger. They just believe me and give me their rapt attention. Now that is the attitude I like.
You know during the day, Charlie jumps up on the bed, walks up to the pillow, and plunks herself down, rolls herself in to a tight ball, like a skein of wool and falls asleep. Sometimes she chooses to cuddle beside me instead of the pillow.
Then there is Tigger, who is no problem, just goes wherever Jakita drags him. Whatever the destination, he just fades in to the back ground unless Jakita and Gen decides it is a grooming day. That poor little Tigger is beached like a whale and drowned in slobber. Good news is that they are trying to show him a groovy kind of love and so far he has always recovered.
That Jakita and Gen are always up to something. Gen’s eyes are like a crow, searching out shiny baubles on dressers, or night tables or trunks or armoires. You name, it is never too high for Gen to scale. I mean, I see her, she sharpens those claws of hers three times a day. When she leaps from object to object, her balance is pitch perfect. And just like the moon landing, it is her mission to bring treasures back to earth…to her Best Friend Forever, Jakita …. it is always game on. Sometimes they tire of the game and leave the bauble in the middle of the floor.
Often Jakita hauls the treasures back to her pillow under the kitchen table (so Gen tells me – I never leave the bedroom). And sometimes, Momma is like that widow, from the Bible story, on her hands and knees, with a flashlight, looking for diamond engagement ring, that could end up anywhere. One time it got stuck in a gap between the hardwood floor and the trim. I’ve told and told you Momma. Lock them up. These two are scallywags.
Another problem…. see Momma has spoiled Diva Calico Gen since she was sick a couple of years back. Gen is still served food on the bed….and Gen leaves little crumbs all over the duvet…which porky little, starved Jakita needs or she may collapse…now ….please. Lickety solit, not two seconds later, the crumbs are gone, Jakita is gone, Charlie, Tigger and I are back to peace and quiet…for now.
I believe in tough love. If it was up to me, Gen would lose eating privileges on my (I mean Momma’s) bed. Apparently, I am not too far up in the pecking order but, hey, a monkey can have and share her opinions, right. Last time I checked we were living in a democracy….well, not really, says Momma.
Apparently the Canadian Electorate are no longer charmed by the ‘my way or the highway’ prime minister…..Good riddance! Let him take his cowboy boots back to his adopted province where the constituents will vote for a bale of hay…long as it is far right conservative,,,,so I been told…
