Hey, here I am, Ruby, the Incredibly Wide Eyed Monkey. Yes, I was incognito for a while but I am always here, hanging out on Momma’s bed with an assortment of friends. Even if I am stuffed, I got the monkey in me, which can make me wise, pensive, a barrel of fun and yet very wily. ….which means I see things, I hear things and I report things….and recognize my own behavior in others.
One sure thing, I am never alone. In the warehouse, I may have been in pieces but I had a lot of company. Once I was created, I then came to my new home. I have found myself in a club that consists of the inanimate (also stuffed: Tigger, Babbie and Moosie) and the animate (Four Footed: Charlie, Gen, occasionally Andy and of course, our Jakita)….oh, and Two Footed Momma.
Trust me that Tigger, Babbie and Moosie (no problem, they respect me) land haphazardly on the bed with me when Jakita decides she needs a pillow (I will do as well) or when her Mama gene surfaces and she decides they are in need of a grooming. Jakita’s only questionable behaviour is sucking on the comforter, leaving tiny teeth marks that Gen thinks, good place to sharpen my claws. Funny thing is, Jakita would never do that to Wonder Boy’s duvet because he would be upset with her. Yeah, she is bright enough to have that figured out. Other than that she is a very disciplined little dog, almost as wise as me…….
Charlie is big and puffy, always ready to cuddle closely in the day since Momma is busy, running from pillar to post, from post to pillar. Andy only appears if certain conditions are met…the main one being Charlie (who is always such a sweet kitty) is not present. Let’s be blunt. Charlie has been terrorized so much by Andy that if she sees, hears or smells him, she goes in to wildcat mode.
Then there is Gen. Is it just me or does Gen somehow have monkey DNA mixed with her feline attributes? I have watched her. Gen is always cheerfully busy, but….only one problem….it seems more destructive than constructive. She sees a charm bracelet and game on. Please don’t blame Gen. Trouble beckons her.
She is a victim of the shiny and glittery…and she has no problems, fishing it out of any basket, digging deep, finding exactly the treasure she is looking for. Trust me, she shares. She pushes it to the floor. Jakita, with those ears that hear the butterfly wings flap in Africa, comes running. The treasure is delicately scooped up and taken to one of Jakita’s pillows. Team work for Best Friends Forever.
Now let’s discuss our Momma. She means well, but like Jakita says, she is a Clumsy-Mumsy. When she goes to make the bed, I sometimes go flying, airborne by her ruthless gung-ho, gitter-done attitude. Sure, sure, she’ll pick me up and apologize to me but that doesn’t change the bump and fright I endured during the free fall. Chill, Momma. That ain’t no way to treat your Baby… Lady!
It is a good life on Momma’s bed, a safe existence. I hear so many tales. I wonder and ponder about the meaning of life….mine is so easy in comparison to growing up in my natural habitat, where tigers, leopards, bears and even monkeys bully each other and worse… because we all know….it’s a freaking jungle out there!
