Indeed, I wish you a genuinely slaphappy spring. If the lingering sunshine and retreating snow have you clicking your actual heels in public, you’d fit right in with our legion of oddballs at Tabby’s Place.
Including, of course, Brielle.
As you can see at right, Brielle is fully availing herself of spring’s first stirrings. She’ll bask and bake in the tall Community Room windows until she’s as flat and hot as a happy pancake. Pet her, and she’ll squint open a lazy green eye. Oh, hello. Welcome to my dreamworld.
Life continues to be rather dreamy for our little doll this month. If anything, Brielle’s story has only sweetened during her year with us. It’s clear she now feels fully at home — either that, or she’s been watching too much Empire and House of Cards.
Yes, our peace-loving Brielle has been making a power grab.
I didn’t notice willfully ignored it, at first. “Brielle’s hissing at Bonnie!” the people said. “She’s taking swings at Mario!” Or even — the outrage! — “Brielle and Queen were fighting…and Brielle started it.”
“Bollocks,” I said. “Preposterous.”
But now, oh, friends…my eyes have seen the glory of General Brielle in full warpaint.
She’s decided she’s ready to rule the Community Room.
It started, of course, with Queen. As you know, in the past Brielle has sought the least violent resolution possible to her scuffles with the rattled royal. But this month, those witnesses are right: Brielle has been seeking Queen out, swatting her, and hissing at her full in the face.
Still, I could make some sense of this. OK, Queen has kind of had this coming. She’s attacked Brielle 9,271 times for every hiss Brielle’s returned, so it’s not unreasonable.
But then it happened.
Brielle spotted a cat, sought that cat, and hissed — nay, roared — like a lioness robbed of her cubs until that cat slunk off in terror.
And who was that offensive cat?
It wasn’t Queen. It wasn’t Peachy. It wasn’t Bonnie or one of the kittens.
It was the meekest milquetoast of a cat in all of Tabby’s Place: Morgan.
I’m the best defense attorney Brielle could want, but even I know this was inexcusable.
Fortunately, it’s also been forgiven. As is the way of cats, Morgan — who naps behind me as I type this update — promptly forgot about the incident. Brielle hasn’t repeated that righteous roar. And all seems well.
For now.
We’ll see what our little empress has in mind for April.
Meantime, thank you for keeping our brave, beloved Brielle in good health and happy, feisty spirits, fab sponsors. Her courage is a testament to your love!