Beggar Queen

Posted on April 4, 2003 in Cats

Virginia Mew is still getting over the shock of becoming Top Cat after being Bottom Cat ever since she moved into this household as a pocket-sized kitten. While Tracy’s body remained on the extra chair in the office, Ms. Mew kept sniffing the air and watching carefully. After I took her elder “sister” to the crematory, she roved the house, checking the closets and under the tables.

This morning when I fed her, she held back for a long moment, expecting, I suppose, for Tracy to come charging up and push her out of the way for the first helping. I got to comparing her to the beggar who, as a practical joke, woke up to find himself Sultan: it’s going to take some time for her to get used to the role. When the new kittens arrive in Mid-May (they are still sucking at their mother’s teats as I write this), I hope that she will be well-enough established to stand up for herself and retain her new role as Queen of the Condo.