Monthly Mewsings...

It is difficult to explain the Heights of Dyspepsia that one must suffer through during Change-of-Coat Season. I have attempted to Maintain an Outward Regal Calm, but when the Paroxysms of Bezoars occur, I look for a Discreet Place to suffer the Vicissitudes of my Delicate Constitution.

Unfortunately, the Odoriferous Male Feline thinks that my dis-ease is humorous. I shall have to consider where to deposit my "Disapproval" of his Presence.

One can only tolerate so many Rude Gestures and Comments before one must make a stand.

You Have Been Warned!

Polgara
The Duchess Who Outranks Everyone

Distress

Gentle Readers...

We have waited for the Home Life to return to some sort of acceptable Pace and Occupancy. Instead, we are disillusioned by the Noise, Smell, and Vacancies in this humble abode.

The Chief Scribe has abandoned us to some Place of Higher Learning. We deposited reminders of our silky fur on her Containers of Abandonment in the hopes that she would come to her sense and return. She has been Disobedient. We are not amewsed.

The Malodorous Male Feline remains in Residence. However, I have deigned to let T.O.C. exchange Polite Catly Greetings. There is Hope that we will be able to sway her opinions of MMF and evict him from the favored bed of Repose.

In all matters, we perceive there to be far too much Noise and Camaraderie in this Abode.

Perturbedly,

Polgara
The Duchess Who Outranks Everyone

Strange goings on

Greetings hoomans and RevPetPals...

While I have made sufficient time in my Daily Schedule to blog, I have been thinking very deep thoughts about the Existence of Evil, the Reality of God and the Necessity of Perseverance in Times of Distress.

The Odoriforous male cat is still in residence in My Abode. I tolerate him, but occasionally he must be given a swat of the Royal Paw. I am not his playmate. I am his ruler.

There have been far too many comings and goings in recent days, and now one finds the evil bags-of-doom being filled with clothing and put in the vehicle of terror. I do not approve of my Hoomans going anywhere that I did not suggest.

We shall see if they remember to put out kibble. Particularly, MY trout kibble.

I remain your affectionate
Polgara
The Duchess who outranks everyone

My Royal Throne

My subjects have been most acceptably kind. I shall deign to sit on my royal throne. It is warm and lovely and I DO NOT SHARE IT with anyone.

Especially odoriferous male felines.

Polgara
The Duchess who outranks everyone.

Respect that is due me...

I am pleased.

My subjects have found a proper throne for my royal magnificence. It has a deliciously soft and comfortable cushion, magically heated for my royal paws.

I grant them mini-purrs and a tail twitch of approval.

Should they decide to rid my domicile of other obnoxiously loud felines, they will be rewarded.

Polgara
The Duchess who outranks everyone