Now those of you familiar with monkeys know that we believe deeply that we have been given a superior intellect. Sure, sure, sure we need to be socialized to develop but we just improvise along the way, especially if we have been blessed with living in a stress free environment…. like in Momma’s bedroom. And if I live in a monkey free zone without even any trees to swing on, I find nearby replacements to befriend and mesmerize, by mind control – well, that and my full on button eye no wavering stare.
You probably know once you go monkey, there is no return, because we are the masters of intrigue, guarding secrets, yet spreading gossip at the same time. It is the Law of the Jungle buried deep in our DNA. You will not believe and it took me a while to figure it out, but a dog or a cat or even little stuffed toys to mother, can be all a monkey needs to feel invigorated and worthwhile.
I started a whisper, only audible by trained ears and in no time Jakita recognized my need to be fulfilled and cuddled closely, using my lap as a pillow to sleep on. Truth be known, I like dogs like her, because she respects me and my pretty pink tutu, never chewing on it. Instead she sucks the duvet which works for me …. even if it is exasperating for poor Momma who is not only the housekeeper but also the Laundry Lady. I bet you did not even know you had one of those at your house. I keep my glassy non wavering eyes focused…I see things.
Hush-Hush Sweet Charlotte Cat (Charlie) is Little Miss Manners with me. She will sit beside me but give me my space. I can not imagine why she hisses so at Andy Cat but that is above my pay scale. It comes under the category of cat on cat action that only felines understand….and only God knows if they do… 🙂
Although Gen and I have become buds over the years, it is a work in progress because she is a Rascal. Momma pinned those bright shiny stars on my tutu. Gen thinks it is okay to bat them with her paw or even worse, she chews them. Sometime the capped on one end straight pin Momma used to attach the glittery adornments, will attack Gen back. With that she takes off, like Speedy Gonzales. However, being kind of blonde (well, another secret, don’t tell, so is Momma) Diva Gen Cat forgets and does the same thing next day or week or when the fancy strikes her. Still Gen will spend hours sleeping with me all day, waiting for Jakita, Tigger and Babby to return so we can continue to trot out the stories we have heard, and the (exaggerated) lives we have lived.
I must say sweet little, floppy-eared stuffed Babby and the amazingly striped stuffed Tigger Kitty are the most faithful, staying snuggled under my arms, hours at a time. Then Jakita decides they need a good shaking (has no one ever told her of shaken baby syndrome) or they need a walk and she puts them in her mouth, jumps off the bed and takes them to unknown destinations, at least for me because I never leave Momma’s room. Yet somehow, like homing pigeons, they always come back to me, because they know which side their bread is buttered on.
Note: Part of the RUBY Series Also see: Ruby – The Incredibly Wide Eyed Stuffed Monkey
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