I've submitted

I realize now that The Child of the home is growing to be a formidable resource and have decided to create and ally there. He has, in fact, spared me from Brody... swine... who has taken to attacking me in an attempt to overturn my reign. It won't happen, of course, but he tries.

Needless to say that The Child has grown bigger now and is generous with treats. He knows where they are and can access them freely. He does so regularly in appreciation of my devotion to my people. And of course by loving me so freely and truly, I can't help but adore and admire him. If nothing else, he is a hand to pet me.

So life is settling in a bit differently on the estate as the people pay more of the attention deserved a princess to me; and in turn, I grace them with my warmth as I lie next to them on the large, cushioned bed. It's getting to be somewhat more tolerable here... for now at least.

It's been so long...

OH! Where to beGIN! It's been so long...

Let me start by saying that I've felt a longing to explore the countryside. A yearning, deep in my soul. I want to smell the air and the ground outside of The Fence.

And I did.


It was wonderful. Admittedly, I was somewhat afraid. Brody... swine... is what he is, but he is backup protection if nothing else. He could never get through The Fence and once I've made it outside, I'm left open to the perils of whatever is Out There.

It does feel wonderful to survey my domain... to smell every glorious inch of it and KNOW in my little heart that I have seen every inch and KNOW that there are no rats-with-bushy-tails hiding in the spots that I'm unable to see from The Yard or from inside the manor. It's nice to verify that the man who throws papers into the vestibule (wretched man) hasn't tricked me with a remote controlled mail truck--he has truly left the grounds. This investigation makes me feel more confident to return when Mother calls me. I can take comfort in knowing that there is no stone left unturned. And Mother seems pleased enough that I return when called that her tone is no longer so harsh. The more I get through The Fence and return when called, the more amicable the whole situation has become.

Of course, I DID hear her tell an intruder that she wondered when I would "go geriatric" on her. Truly! What nerve! I have such a long life left... go geriatric... puh-LEASE.

I need to go for now. I have so much more to tell. But rest for now is the priority. All in good time my beautiful admirers! Save your strength to love and adore me...