After three long months, Baby Girl has regained her throne atop her castle.
Thankfully our kittys’ beloved cat tree was not destroyed in our November fire, but it still suffered some smoke damage. Therefore, until it could be detailed the tree was off limits to soft, clean kitty fur.
“HARK! WHO GOES THERE?” demands the Queen.
“Tis only your mere servant, Brody, your highness. Might I perch upon one of the precipices of this most magnificent castle?”
“NEVER! GUARDS, GUARDS, OFF WITH HIS HEAD!” her Highness commands, and the peasant is whisked away.
Still, she has a feeling he will return so the Queen continues her vigil and postpones her afternoon nap.