Lately there has been an interesting theory going around the house. As you probably all know, I came into this family not through blood but rather through love. Mom adopted me from the Humane Society at the ripe age of 4 years old. We have no record of where I came from, as I was found on the street... so who knows what my lineage could be!

What am I talking about, you may ask? Well my dearest anipals, as of late the humans have taken to calling me "Queen of Sheba". Now I doubt that I am that particular lineage, but it really wouldn't surprise me if I was somehow royal. I mean, even mom admits that I am somewhat of a princess. I definitely rule this house on high... so that pretty much puts me in the running as royalty! I have taken this thought to heart and started to express my status in the location I choose to relax daily!

This way the humans may bow down to me and give me the proper attention that a royal so deserves. You know, I should have thought of this a long time ago! It would totally explain why the pawparazzi are so merciless sometimes. Who wouldn't want to get a picture of a princess, let alone a queen?

Okay, okay... I don't want you to get the idea that I am getting too involved in this theory. I am a realistic kitty. But if it turns out to be true I won't forget my most dearest anipals and human friends out there. And who is to say it isn't true? I mean... we really can't prove it wrong, right? Until then... I will sleep well at night knowing that most likely... there is some royal blood that runs through my body. And if not... well... I'm still a princess anyways!

Until later my dearest friends, Meow On!