One of Hamish's greatest longings is to have Queen Lottie be nice to him. And usually she ignores him.
Queen Lottie rules with an iron fist in a velvet paw, and being nice to the lowest in the
But yesterday, busy doing her nails, she mellowed, and the lowliest of her subjects was allowed to creep up to sit on her chair. And then - oh joy! - to have his face and ears washed very thoroughly, as he drooled and purred like a little motor bike, and to sleep afterwards, snuggled up and happy at last.
Not that it will last, of course. Rulers have to maintain their status, subjects have to know their place, and law enforcement round here is not always a pretty sight.
But for an hour, one little ginger cat was in heaven.
PS from Millie:
Action has been taken. Situation returned to normal. You may stand down.
