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!

The Duchess Who Outranks Everyone