Sunday, June 2, 2019

Sunday Selfie: Allow Me to Present Myself



King Spitfire Parkborn of the House Francisco, the First of His Name, King of the Ferals, the Moggies and the First Felines, the Rightful King of the Western Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, King of the Inner Sunset, Khal  of the Great Sand Sea, the Untamed, Breaker of China and Father of Fleas.*

Nice to see you.








*And thus concludes our Game of Thrones series**
**For now anyway

18 comments:

  1. You do look very Majestic surveying your Kingdom from there. Is it a trick of the light, or is your white whisker curled?

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  2. Fleas? I hope you don't have fleas. :) XO

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  3. Father of Fleas???? Oh no!!!!!

    Emma and Buster

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  4. Mum didn't watch or read the books. So none of that made sense to me.

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  5. I don't believe that you're Father of Fleas. Tell us it ain't so.

    Megan
    Sydney, Australia

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  6. You do look quite kingly today, Spitty.

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  7. You are a cat of many names, Spitty.

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  8. Too much time in Flea Bottom his royal Spittiness?

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  9. You do look most regal! But...but..."Father of Fleas"!!! Say it isn't so!

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  10. You have a high royal opinion of yourself, Spitster. Shame about the fleas though - you should have kept that one quiet. I could send over Seppo with his sphynxie breath to eradicate them, Drogon-style......

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  11. Your Royal Spittiness, you look dashing in your formal and most royal portrait.

    Salutes, Teddy, Guardian of the Realm of Kimmell in the township of Warrenton

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  12. Spitty when we pass the mid divide we will hearken to your throne room and pay our purr unto the western ruler

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  13. Ruler of Fleas? Biter of Fleas? Eradicator of Fleas? Dracarus-er of Fleas? No one wants to be a Father of Fleas, do they?

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  14. Spitty, you've got the regal lounging position done purrfectly!

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Leave me a meow or a hiss; I don't mind a hiss or two. . . or even a bitey.