The fiefdom

In my life of absurdity and chaos today, I must have walked by the couch 50 times. Resting in various forms of repose sat the king purring. Little did he fret about my list of things to do, little did he care. All at the same time, the joker would sit by my feet. Every minute or so I would hear the undeniable sound of a ball dropping to the sound of bum, bum, bum. It would go on for hours while I edited. The routine became laughable as I would edit a photo, chuck the ball, wipe the slobber off my hand and repeat. All along, the joker (or jester) would entertain the king as he clumsily chased the ball around the king's throne. The entertainment would come to an abrupt stop when the jester would jump for a ball and land on the king. The hiss and swipe of the king's claw would act as a reminder of the proper pecking order in this fiefdom. While the roles we play in this house are often undefined, at least two of us know of their capacity as dwellers of this old home. It's good to know that despite the disorder we may find in this house on any given day… our unfolded laundry, un-emptied dishwasher and other undone deeds, they know their jobs. Gunther (the king) is to kill all fairy woodland creatures entering the abode and to keep warm the beds of the house until someone returns to sleep in them. Mile's(The joker) job is to produce as much dog hair as possible and test the limits of the shopvac. As their humble servant, I provide these masters with kibble, treats and ball throws on demand. If your anything like me, you may not feel like royalty in your home but somehow you find your place. If I were to guess, my job is to keep all of the eggs(that would be the humans) in the carton without cracking. I'll keep wishing for that and hope for the best.