Cardinal Nest Queen

Grayscale had been hearing about the cardinal nest queen Since the day she was two, and now she was sweetly nineteen. She is given warm cat nip, and gifted whatever she has ever dreamed. Her relatives never see her again, but she is honored and esteemed. There is a hush as the finalist contenders are brought to the palace. Grayscale sees Pretty Fur, Sleeping Cat, and her cousin, Fluffy Alice Pretty Fur has a good chance; she is a show off, and winking away. Many a king has taken this wild cat to their lair, back in the day. Lazy daisy Sleeping Cat cannot even keep her eyes open. Maybe I can out-sway and out-play her, Grayscale is kind of hope’n. The king takes his time and finally makes a decision. Writes it in a note. Guard hands it to Grayscale there is a huge lump in her throat. Grayscale is now known as the cardinal nest queen, as note said. She sits daily with a cardinal nest tied to her throbbing bobbing head. All she really wants to do is go home, and fall swiftly into bed. This title is for life, my pretties; at least she is rather well-fed.