Marmalade 4 years
DSH, Tortie
Kingsford Vet Hospital, NSW

Just feed me! And vote for me! I am your Queen!

Job title

Clinic Queen

My day-to-day task list

A Queens schedule is one filled with an enormous amount of responsibility. One must eat, one must sleep and one must do it all again.

My favourite things

One enjoys eating, sleeping, cardboard boxes, eating and sleeping in cardboard boxes and hiding in cardboard boxes. When one requests entry into a cardboard box, big enough or not. One gets. I am Queen afterall.

My naughtiest habit

A Queen is entitled to do what one wants. One does not have naughty habits. One may wee inappropriately when my subjects don't do my bidding. One may take over the consult room when one is hungry and being ignored. One may occasionally break into food shelf and help oneself to the tastiest cat food. Basically one may do whatever one wants.

What do my clients think of me?

One does not worry of what they think of me. I am FABULOUS. I am Queen.

Other things you should know about me

Royalty does not rest easy on the shoulders of every cat. I was chosen, as the sole monarch, leader and representative of this fine veterinary hospital after a somewhat wayward life that saw me homeless, penniless and with four hungry kittens to feed. It seems only fair that whilst the hospital found homes for my royal offspring I was left here, to rule, ALONE.

I do not tolerate 'others' and in fact some say I rose to my position of power as clinic queen because "no one else would have me" . Ha! An unlikely story! They simply wouldnt know what to do without me here!

I keep my subjects on time (by meowing and stalking them around the clinic at 8am, 1pm and 6pm) not only because I MUST BE FED but because being punctual is a royal duty and makes sure they stay organised. I let them know when any injured birds or wildlife are in the building (I might be found licking my lips in anticipation) only because I want them to be seen to ASAP..

And I greet all newcomers with my regal presence (others have described this as chubby and rude- but I cant imagine why). 

One simply doesnt have time to worry about the common problems of working, exercising and dieting- a queen has too many cardboard boxes to fit in, too many warm jumpers and clothes to snuggle up to and far too many delicious snacks and treats to find (sorry about that muffin Dr Anita) to be bothered about one's weight! Being this fabulous takes a lot of effort. 

Now... fetch me my dinner please!