“I, Felinius Clawdius Gibbserus Zero Bratticus, this-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as “Clawdius the Idiot” or “That Darn Clawdius” or “Clawdius the Howler” or “Claw-Claw-Clawdius” or at best as “Poor Uncle Clawdius”, am now about to share this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest kittenhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight minutes ago, at the age of nine, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the “golden predicament” from which I have never since become disentangled.”
“And what thoughts or memories, would you guess, were passing through my mind on this extraordinary occasion? Was I thinking of Humanumus and Zivacus? Of the redhead child-woman and Natasha? Of food in my dish? No, you would never guess what was passing through my mind. But I shall be frank and tell you what it was, though the confession is a shameful one.”
“I was thinking, ‘So, I’m Emperor, am I?’ What nonsense! But at least I’ll be able to make people read this post now.”
“My history within Melange is full of amusing anecdotes. I’m sure that they’ll enjoy it.”
Love and purrs,
I, Clawdius.
Postscriptius: My apologies to Robert Graves.
Mary J Melange 
All hail Clawdius.
I love that last picture. Keep that bowl full human.
Yes, the Employer doesn’t need any encouragement.
🙂
Dan said it first, but I was thinking it too … All Hail, Clawdius!! Bratticus to the Maximus 🙂
I think Maximus is his uncle…
😂💕
That’s exactly the face Gibbs is giving me right now. ❤
New reader here and I smiled so freaking hard. Also, maiden name is Gibbs! All hail Clawdius!
Welcome Jeni and thanks for the follow! Gibbs, a/k/a Clawdius, is holding up his paw to you, which means you can stop bowing now. (He’s so full of himself 😉
Oh, thank you Clawdius, your generosity truly knows no bounds. 🙂
[bowing] Your Majesty….
Clawdius approves of your bowing form. Carry on.
Hahahaaaaa
Glad you liked this, Katie!
I, Clawdius has a regal demeanor that turns any situation into a royal one. All hail, all hail…
Mr. Clawdius appreciates your loyalty, but asks if you have any chicken. He has no shame.
Laughing out loud here. I fear that at this particular moment I am chicken-less. Mea culpa, Mr. Clawdius.
Oh my! Hail Clawdius! My Catticus Maximus must be distant royal relation 🙂 Cletus may be more the … dare I say, Bratticus side…
Gibbs really is such a handsome cat. Just look at his pewter coat! Great peeking shots!
I thought of Catticus while writing this. He was part of the inspiration. I will tell Sir Clawdius, Emporer of the Pewter Coat, that you think him handsome. There will be a reward for you of some kind…a few pieces of kibble, petrified poop…something!
Oh how delightful
LOL