Wow, I really like that word "ensconced." Doesn't it sound as if you were happily being kept in a very high tower, much like rapunzel or someone like her in some sort of old story that tells a tale worth remembering...yes, ensconced.
So, the reality of my world is that I have many of my fine things sitting in a very dirty shed right at this moment. I went looking for the book which accompanies my plant oracle cards, and found mouse droppings, mouse nests, mouse "pantries", and mouse...well, for lack of a better word, confetti, for I can't for the life of me think of why a mouse should want to pick to bits a piece of red paper and leave it in a dusty heap and then poop on it, except for the idea that they might have had a little mouse party and things got fairly wild.
The next reality is that the mice have taken up residence in all 6 drawers of a tall dresser in that dirty shed, and they've apparently "eaten" about four complete beeswax candles from the top drawer and left more poop that looks like beeswax in the next drawer. In the third drawer, they've made a house out of bits and subsequent drawers are some sort of "reserve" they've created. They've even gathered bits of crusty bread from the chicken yard; snatchy little fellows, don't you think?
Reality number three is that I've found a hole in a plastic bag that holds some of my handmade purses and scarves and things like that, and I just threw that to the back in disgust, because I really didn't want to see what they'd done to it.
The mice are ensconced in the shed.
How romantic...for a mouse.
Reality number four is that I throw my three kitties in the shed about twice a week now.
Being "ensconced" is a treasure for them; they are done in about 10 minutes with what they need to do.
How fulfilling...for a cat.