During the move I found my cat balancing on top of pillows that I had hastily stacked. It must have been her tail that kept her in check which allowed her to settle into a ball for a lazy nap.
There are few things that she demands of me: food, water, love/constant attention and challenging nap locations. During a move that took a month to prepare, a week of physical labor and endless weeks to unpack it would seem she has a plethora of the later.
Her needs aside, I thought of one of my favorite childhood stories:
How to Tell a True PrincessWritten by Hans Chrisitan Andersen
There was once upon a time a Prince who wanted to marry a Princess, but she must be a true Princess. So he traveled through the whole world to find one, but there was always something against each. There were plenty of Princesses, but he could not find out if they were true Princesses. In every case there was some little defect, which showed the genuine article was not yet found. So he came home again in very low spirits, for he had wanted very much to have a true Princess.
One night there was a dreadful storm; it thundered and lightened and the rain streamed down in torrents. It was fearful! There was a knocking heard at the palace gate, and the old King went to open it.
There stood a Princess outside the gate; but oh, in what a sad sight she was from the rain and the storm! The water was running down from her hair and her dress into the points of her shoes and out at the heels again. And yet she said she was a true Princess!
"Well, we shall soon find out!" thought the old Queen. But she said nothing and went into the sleeping-room, took off all the bedclothes, and laid a pea on the bottom of the bed. Then she put twenty mattresses on top of the pea and twenty eider-down quilts on the top of the mattresses. And this was the bed in which the princess was to sleep.
The next morning she was asked how she slept.
"Oh, very badly!" said the Princess. "I scarcely closed my eyes all night! I am sure I don't know what was in the bed. I lay on something so hard that my whole body is black and blue. It is dreadful!"
Now they perceived that she was a true Princess, because she had felt the pea through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down quilts.
No one but a true Princess could be so sensitive.
So the Prince married her, for now he knew that at last he had got hold of a true Princess. And the pea was put into the Royal Museum, where it is still to be seen if no one has stolen it.
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!What the hell is the point of the story and why was it one of my favorites?
I remember the picture in my book. Let me tell you, she didn't look the least bit concerned that she had to climb over 20 mattresses. If she was so sensitive about a dang pea then...again what are we promoting?
However, it is with great pleasure that I announce princess Daisy. Her disapproving squawks and meows could be heard throughout (before and after her nap).
