One day there was a cat called Claudius.
I am the emperor of kingdom.
When he roamed his district, velvety paws making soundless noise, his presence was noted.
And noted by Barbara, an ally from a neighbouring kingdom who welcomed him with offcuts at the back of a shop. Thank you Barbara.
Barbara would beckon and the Cat King meowed thanks for the meat.
But she needed to be repaid for her homage.
I should really thank Barbara.
Her kindness stood out as the world changed – female cats now tucked inside with their owners; being patted and fed fake food out of tins like the mockery it was. Oh the ignorance of owners!
He was glad he was not “kept” – confined to awful couches and 6.30pm current affair shows on television and sleeping in laundries and garages.
He left her a mighty gift.
I hope she likes it.
No need for a card, but the feathers and a half-eaten bird would show ample thanks.
But he was curious about the tins too. Perhaps he would try it too but first he had to get into a house, even watch the 6.30pm news.
So he followed Barbara home, smelling the cat inside and the shouts of the news anchors screaming. It was 6.30pm and even a king needed the fake food sometimes.
I shall explore my new kingdom but first I will find my throne. Timely, dear reader, there – there is a box on the kitchen floor. If I fit, I shall sit!
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