I woke up from my nap when Cindy walked in. She seemed worked up about something. It didn't take me too long to find out. The scent of Macavity on her told me she had gone to see her ex-tomfriend for some reason. The one that heads all these underhand convict projects and such. (I was surprised, though, that Macavity was even around to rub against her legs). I gave her the look I always give her when she even thinks about that old tom, but she just ignored me. She set to work planning her luncheons and manicures and hair dates with her friends. Really, this queen lives for nothing but her social life, and she's at least 25 years old!
But she isn't too bad a queen. I mean, she's spoiled rotten with this huge house and all sorts of useless items, but she's kind enough. She doesn't really take part in all the drama with her friends. And if she's ever dating someone, he is the only tom she'll take to bed.
"C'mon, Demeter," she said, and took me in her arms. Oh, dear, where are we going, now? She carried me out of the house and we wandered the streets. It didn't take long for her to get distracted by some tom's jewelry stand. Wait, oh, hello, Asparagus!