I don’t ask for much. Food. Love. A warm place to sleep. The buffoons I chose to serve me can’t even provide that.
But I am His Excellency the Grand Feline Supreme, and I make my own luck. When I inherit the youngest son of a miller, I know the best way to improve my fortune is to elevate my servant. It will take wits and daring to turn this lowly peasant into a king, but if anyone can do it, I can.
A cat can accomplish anything he sets his mind to, and I am the cleverest of cats.