Ah, the life of a feline queen. Wakes her staff for an early-morning meal, then digests it at her leisure. She relaxes in bed most of the day, and gets up in the afternoon to rigorous lap-sitting and occasional stretching. Then it’s off to the world outside her castle, where she may be off for hours, or may pack it in for more lap-sitting. She then may wander off to the kitchen to glower at whatever member of her staff may be present to feed her (if this doesn’t work, she wanders the halls, loudly meowing her dissent). Around this time her masseuse arrives, and gives her a good butt-scratching (and if she’s in the mood, a proper belly-rubbing), then its back to a nap. Such is the weary life of Queen Millie.