My face tells you that I could be the Jungle King, the Lion King, the King of Anything of which I might choose to be the King. But I choose not to be The King. I know that my presence, my charisma, is beyond royalty. I am beyond monarchy, feudalism, hierarchy, class structure, and all that people stuff. I am simply a presence. What? You have no idea what I am talking about?

We can solve that issue quite easily. Just stop by and meet me - face-to-face, eye-to-eye, whiskers-to-whiskers. You will understand perfectly; I guarantee it. (No, I don't guarantee suits...just me.) I am very tabby, very mellow, and, sometimes, I smile. Really. I have been trying to learn to wiggle my striking brown nose the way rabbits do, but it's not working. You may, however, choose to admire my truly handsome sand brown feet.

My charisma will draw you to me. You will gently scratch my neck. I will purr. You will stroke my dignified, soft head. I will purr. I say, "There is no such thing as too much kitty love." Love your cat, your cat loves back. Your life needs a presence, doesn't it? The mystery that is beyond royalty or governance. The mystery that just is. That would be me. I would like a home, not a realm. Please invite me to radiate in your life - only $100 for me - Herbie - who does not need to be a King.