"I beg your pardon, young miss," I giggled, sweeping past my kitten as she chirped away to me; offended that I was so much taller than her.
She always hunted and brought her favorite toy to me if I ever skipped either of our meals.
And she always perched at head level if she could.
"I wonder if naming you Princess was a bad idea," I wondered jokingly, one day.
She glared, sitting prim and proper, passing all the judgement.