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Who Goes There #introoder?!

HIYA! SAVANNAH HERE!!!

You know I don’t mind TKS being here, at least most of the time it’s ok by me. But sometimes she seems to think she is ‘top’ cat in this house.

Who goes there?! You cannot sneak up on me introoder!

Who goes there?! You cannot sneak up on me introoder!

Seriously, who the heck does she think she is? All I was doing was getting my face tided up before getting my breakfast. She acts all “OMC! Who is that?!!”. Like she hasn’t figured out yet that I, HRH Savannah, am first cat around here and I can go and do whatever I please.

Are you talkin' to me TKS? Don't use that tone with me

Are you talkin’ to me TKS? Don’t use that tone with me

Sometimes I have to be stern with her; you know, make sure she understands her place. Usually it just takes some eye contact on my part and a little movement in her direction…then she gets the real picture and backs off.

Did you have something to say to me? Did I hear you call me an 'introoder'?

Did you have something to say to me? Did I hear you call me an ‘introoder’?

That’s about all I have to do. Sometimes I have to give a little smacky paw to make sure she gets the full message, but this time she got it right away. Harummph! Calling me an introoder in my castle…*shakes head*

Oh Mouses!! It's HRH Savannah! Maybe I said too much??? *deep breff*

Oh Mouses!! It’s HRH Savannah! Maybe I said too much??? *deep breff*

All’s well that ends with me keeping TKS in her proper place…behind me…heh…heh.

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

The Chik-Hen Leg Mystery

HIYA!!  SAVANNAH HERE!!!

You all know that I, HRH Princess Savannah, never ever do anything that is sassy or silly or…ahem…against house rules. However, TKS seems to have a ‘no holes barred’ attitude relative to the ‘rules’.

Seriously? What was TKS thinking when she did this?

Seriously? What was TKS thinking when she did this?

So Mom L and Dad P had some of Dad P’s human relations hanging out with them for a few days. We were displaced and grumpy so thrilled to have them in our my castle.

As you know TKS totally luvluvluvs all things chik-hen. Dad P grilled some of that yummy stuff and the humans had a wonderful meal. And then, Mom L went back to the kitchen, next to my our office, and she was totally gobsmacked by what she saw.

What in Ceiling Cat's name is THAT!!

What in Ceiling Cat’s name is THAT!!

Mom L could not for the life of her understand what she was seeing. At first she thought it was one of our feather toys. Then she moved closer and thought I had really up chucked my whole dinner. Then she moved closer and realized that was a WHOLE CHIK-HEN LEG from their grilled dinner. Unfortunately, the platter was left on the kitchen counter, filled with tasty chik-hen.

Now WHO could have DONE THAT!!!

*slurp* tasty, very, very tasty

*slurp* tasty, very, very tasty

The Kid Sage (aka TKS) has been finally discovered as a ‘food a’holic’ with no thought of where she must search out and gorge dine upon all that she smells.

She is now under close human surveillance…na’mean??!!

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

Bad Table Manners Run in My Extended Family

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You know I have shared some of The Kid Sage’s bad table manners, right? Oh, you say you missed that. Here, let me help you…just click here for the latest.

I have now learned that these same bad table manners apparently run in my extended family as well.

Can you believe what Cuzin Leo did?

Can you believe what Cuzin Leo did?

Mom L and Dad P were having sandwiches, for humans, with Dad Dave a couple of weeks ago. They barely had those sandwiches unwrapped, their crunchy chips and Cheetos laid out and then *thump*!!!  An orange lump of poofy floofy fur landed in the middle of their meals.

Oh Hi guys!! What's for lunch??

Oh Hi guys!! What’s for lunch??

He wandered around the middle of the table calmly checking out everyone’s food.

Hey Auntie Linda, those a some nice looking Cheetos

Hey Auntie Linda, those a some nice looking Cheetos

After a stroll over to his Dad Dave’s plate, Cuzin Leo decided there wasn’t much there that he was interested in.

Hmmm...guess there isn't any stinky goodness here for me

Hmmm…guess there isn’t any stinky goodness here for me

Satisfied, he calmly left, but with less noise that he did when he arrived. For the life of me I cannot figure out where Cuzin Leo learned his table manners. He certainly NEVER got that from me when he was living under my castle ceiling!

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

 

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