A Princess in Her Castle
HIYA!! SAVANNAH HERE!!!
Some might say I am spoiled. Others might say I am privileged. And even more might say I am royalty. I prefer to go with the last perception.
I am, HRH Savannah, the Princess of my Castle. I don’t think I need say more, right??? (be sure to hover over photos to view complete captions, paw pats, S)
Yes, I most always have my dinner served in the living room. The Kid Sage simply cannot keep her jaws off my dinner.
And who would deny a royal Princess her well deserved scritches, occasional tummy rubs and whatnot?
And Mom L always makes sure my scratcher is fully loaded with my fave nip…then I can just zone, zen out…..ahhh…
My life has not always been that of a Princess. Many of you have seen this photo before. And you will see it again as I continue to journal, here on my blog, about my recovery from kittenhood trauma. I am a survivor; but only just barely. This is my intake photo at the local kill shelter where I was dropped by humans who did not leave any information as to whether or not I was feral; stray or just an abandoned, no longer wanted house cat.
I believe I have earned the right to my royal castle. And Mom L and Dad P could not agree more. They will forever protect me and even if that means making sure I have my own time and space to have my meals free from worry about whether or not The Kid Sage will take away my food.