A Royal Purr-suit

Previously

…He looked out at his kingdom, at the faces that reflected his own newfound purpose, his own quiet courage. He, Bartholomew, the pampered house cat, had found his destiny not in a gilded cage, but in a kingdom that was now truly his. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of rose and gold, a collective, contented sigh rippled through the hall. The Queen had spoken, and peace, a royal purr-fect peace, had settled upon the land. The era of questionable napping policies had truly begun, and Bartholomew, for the first time in his life, felt utterly, wonderfully, at home.