Just an aspiring model ready for her debut. And I'm not talking kitty litter ads or one of those stupid commercials where they ask for money for the dying animals. No no, I'm a queen. Queens are Fancy Feast stars.
I found a new spot to lay on. I decided that the humans aren't allowed to have anything to themselves. It's equally mine, if not more so min, since I'm the queen. So yes, this shelf is my bed. So are your pants, Mr. Human Man