Hello Royal Subjects!
It’s your lovely Queen!
Yes, I am lovely. The human constantly calls me “pretty girl,” but I snub my nose at that moniker.
I am not and will never be a peasant in a short dress and leather boots.
I have my dignity, you know.
Ummmm…well, never mind.
You know, there are times when a Queen has to let go and show belly.
To show she’s humble and one with her people.
And trap the human into a rub. (I say “trap” because it’s an excuse to have a snit when she rubs me there.)
I blame the showing of the belly on the Court Jester.
He continues to have no shame.
Do you know what he will do for a piece of the human’s roast beef?
Well, for goodness sake, I do believe he smells something…
The Jester will go out to the humans and vocally beg until they are beaten down (in other words, he won’t shut up).
They raise the white flag.
He eventually gets the beef.
As for my royal countenance, I don’t beg.
I only express my pleasure in receiving special treats from the humans by bleating praise upon them.
That’s not begging or shamelessness.
I have dignity, my subjects.