Purrrr-fect Me

My human calls me Wookie-wookie-baby.

You may refer to me as Your Majesty.

I am a cat.A very special cat.

Why? You ask. The answer is simple. I share my home with a writer. She's a very good writer but her real talent is petting me, making me com-forrr-table. I allow her to rub my head and scratch my chin. Mmm, I want to purr just thinking about that. Sigh.

Oh, yes. Why am I special. Beyond being the Queen of my Domain. I am her muse. I allow her to use the wonderful facets of my purr-fect personality in certain characters in her books--when she isn't occupied with her primary duties. Me!

I must go now. There is a feather on the floor. It has offended me. It must die!