I was sure Clara was going to be steaked this morning, but so far her only punishment has been having her name loudly shrieked. Which, frankly, is the lamest punishment ever invented. I mean, it’s never happened to me, but I seriously doubt that, if it were, it would have any impact whatsoever.
After Clara successfully got the One to get out of bed on Saturday by spilling a water glass on her head, she has attempted this maneuver several more times.
Each time (prior to this morning), the One heard her scooting the glass across the headboard and put her hand up to stop the imminent shower before it happened. Clara assumed the hand was there to rub her cow-face and forgot about the water glass, so nothing exciting happened at all.
But this morning at about 5:30, the One must have been in a
deep sleep because Clara managed to push the water glass all the way across the
headboard and tip it over. Cold water cascaded across the pillows, the bed, and
the One’s head and body. Fortunately, I was sleeping at the end of the bed; if
any of that water had reached me, I would have sliced Clara’s throat open with
my razor-sharp claws . . . or at least punched her in the face.
|Look at her trying to look all innocent.|
She is not innocent. She's a menace.
A bovine menace.
I have never seen the One move that fast. Ever.
This was when the shriek occurred.
Nick was excited because he thought she was going to get up and take all the sheets and blankets off the bed and then put new ones on – he loves helping her make the bed – but instead she just scooted over to the very edge of the mattress and tried to go back to sleep.
Fortunately, I did not have to get up and get ready to go anywhere, because I am royal.
Perhaps she will execute Clara when she gets back to the palace tonight. A queen can dream.