The life of our Court Jester
HIYA!! SAVANNAH HERE!!!
As you all know, my new castle
introoder furramily member, Eowyn, was appointed as my Court Jester. And she certainly has lived up to that assignment. She has also taken on a completely new role, but I will tell all about that in another post. Stay tuned!
As for her Court Jester role, she does not disappoint! Eowyn cannot stop thinking about ways to get any and everything that she deems as edible into her mouth! We keep our kitty treats in nice hard plastic containers so “some cat” aka “TKS”, cannot chew into a plastic baggie. Well—my Court Jester has figured out how to get those containers to pop open!
Now every container is hidden inside drawers, cabinets, the oven etc.!!
My Court Jester aka CJ—has no limits to what she is willing to do to demonstrate new and silly antics! She has discovered a love of warm piles of clean clothes and the bottom of the dirty clothes hamper!! Seriously??!!
And Eowyn aka CJ, is now introoding onto my our master bedtime with Mom L and Dad P in the morning! What a scamp! You can see her trying to get close to me on
my our master bed during my our morning routine of having coffee, TV and treats with Mom L and Dad P. Just look at her brazen closeness to ME and then her luxurious stretch, without one care in the horror she instilled in me and TKS!!
She tries out every single thing she can to see if she can make me laugh! HAH! There she goes into Mom L’s bedroom trash basket; then she sits waiting for Dad P to deliver tasty licks of ice cream which has always been Dad P and TKS’ special thing. And now she is hangin’ onto Mom L’s side of the bed every morning during
my our treat time!!
And there isn’t a new box that shows up that she doesn’t try to hog! Not to mention her lack of discretion in showing up during Mom L’s preparation for her
daily spit bath shower! That CJ is in the shower before Mom L can even turn on the water!!
Finally, she demonstrates some civility and shows off her “gentler, sweeter” side.
Until she then does the thing that drives Mom L over the edge into fear—and she hangs out on the outer teeny tiny edge of our upstairs railing.
Mom L is not a fan of this behavior. Are you?