“How do you do? I am the Lady Angelwings. It’s easy to be an angel, but only the rare and special become the wings of an angel. I’m described as a dilute tortie, but I am so much more than just another dilute tortie. I have luxurious fur, enough for two cats, and sensuous green eyes. Yes, I am elegant. I sit proud and tall. If Downton Abbey had a cat, which I do not think it does, she would be me. Perhaps I should send my resume to the director?”

“I had a person who loved me dearly, who spoiled me with love and affection and frequent praise. Sadly, my person went across the bridge and told me to come to Feline Rescue to find a new person who will love me and spoil me, at least a little. Perhaps my full Elizabethan ruff will transform you and your castle into timeless royalty. If not, at least, I would sit in your lap and purr and share my elegance with you.”

“I offer as well my small piece of peasant charm. I say, ‘Maah! Maah!’ – no proper soft ladylike ‘mew, mew.’ Lady Angelwings talks and has firm opinions. I may look like Lady Mountbatten but, to be honest, I rather sound like Eliza Doolittle. ‘Maah!’ ‘The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain…’”

“Please visit me at Feline Rescue. Perhaps someone here will fix us a spot of tea. We can purr and talk and find out if we are good together. I could sit in your lap. I could soak you up with my green eyes. You could take the brush and shine my silky fur. You could also bring $120 and let the people who’ll bring the tea know that you’d very much like to adopt Angelwings and be her new forever person.”