Just What You Need - Another Small Furry Animal Post

So we are nothing if not egalitarian in our household.  And that extends to the blogosphere as you might have noticed by my recent equal opportunity BLOG-GUYS post.  

So today I ALSO bring to you............LA PRINCIPESSA.  Yes we do have another furry critter at our house.  Good news: This is the last small-furry-animal post.  Till I get that shiba-inu (which is a long-long-term project) this will be IT for quite a long time.  'Cause we've got our hands full!!!!  (You're welcome.)

We call her Dolly - which is actually short for her real name which comes from an exotic dark-haired beauty who does news reports on PBS.   (Whoever guesses, I will send you a candycane for Xmas.)  Since this year already, our Prince Mongol has had his day in the sun, this almost second week in December 2009, we are here to observe the culmination of three solid years of agony life with Mamzelle TROUBLE.

Who Moi, Mommy?

Yes.  She is.  A royal terror.

You can't tell?  Well she WAS, ONCE, and then.....after four long demoralizing months of grievously anti-social behavior which involved the housekeeper (yrs truly) draping all the furniture in the house with seventeen layers of highly absorbent material...and doing laundry five times a day...and praying she wouldn't discover the hardwood floor...

THERE WAS (LARGE GULP) - - - - - - -  UH....PROZAC.

I know.  I still don't believe it myself.  But if you had known me six months ago.........I was the walking embodiment of Stockholm syndrome.  And suicidal.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

BOTH!!!!!!!

So this one WAS SO CUTE when we first met her.  She didn't want to sit and cuddle.  She wanted to roll around on her back and wiggle.  She didn't want to wrestle or play ball, she wanted to hurl herself the length of a room at the speed of light.  Leap tall buildings in a single bound.  (Nancy Spungen anyone?)

no really, Moi?

If she were an Orange County housewife, she would be Vicki, a big bossy blonde, always sticking her nose in other peoples' beeswax and telling 'em HOW THEY SHOULD LIKE IT!!!  LOOK!  SHE'S EVEN GOT HER NOSE IN THE CROCHET ELEPHANT'S BACKSIDE AND THE NEXT STOP WILL BE BB'S UP ON THE SOFA!

DON'T fall for the beguiling face and the hearts and flowers routine.  Isn't there something cold and calculating in her gaze?

And the prissy little "Missy-Knows-Best-Aren't-I-Nice-As-Pie?" crap!!!?  FUH-geddabout-it!

Don't even think about the "solid-wodge-of-cashmere" sensation when you try to pick her up.  This Miss is a Killer! 

(Thinking of lunch)

So buddy, if you're a bird, if you're a squirrel, if you're a cockroach, if you're a lizard.  If you're a ball of brown fluff made in China?   W-e-l-l!!!!!!!  You'd better watch out!

Cause this Miss IS GONNA GIT YOU!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOLLY DOSH!