The Paws that Refreshes

It is the dead of winter. Sigh. It is snowing. Yawn. It is dark. Double yawn. Hockey is on TV. Catruple yawn. Where are my subjects? I am in need of attention. My paw is warm. I am the Queen of Cool.

This is my throne. Humans have tried and tried to claim my throne. They never win. And yes, they always submit. To me. This is my wish.

I have lovely little black feet. See? Can you do this? Would you dare?
I can do this. I am the Queen.

You may look at me.

Now go. Fetch me a treat. The little kibbley bite that tastes like mouse. Quickly or I will go and leave you sorry you took too long.