Crikey, Mates! Princess here reporting on a most amazing adventure I had just the other night. It was late, you see, and my dad was asleep. I have a story to tell about how I first learned I could go up on Papa's bed and quite a story it is. But that story is for another post. Now this little Sheila's quite a cuddle-newf so I often jump up on Papa's bed and lay down close in and snuggly just for some affection. My Papa loves me and he's the best at giving me pets, but this night was different! You see, something was eating my Papa! I couldn't see it, but I could smell it! And Papa was acting funny, like he didn't want to be eaten. Who could blame him!? Good thing I was awake! This little sheila sprung in to action! I didn't just jump up on the bed, I leapt right from the floor and Squished the thing that was eating my papa! Of course since it was on my papa I landed right on my papa, too! I'm a great jumper! It's 3 feet from the floor to the top of the bed and another foot or so to the top of the papa. Plus he's not at the edge of the bed and I can't stand right next to the bed if I'm going to get any forward momentum. So I had to jump at least 5 feet high and 4 feet forward to land with my body straight down on top of the papa. But all that counts is it worked! As soon as I landed that thing was gone, my papa made a strange noise, woke up and started petting me. I saved the day!
(Papa's note: This is a true story. It's happened twice in the last 3 weeks. Princess weighs 115 to 126 lbs depending on the day. I woke up from the force of the impact and both felt and heard the breath whooshing out of my chest. I realized I was having a nightmare. "Hi big girl.")
