Here’s the local princess.

She rules this garden in the south of France. She does not know, nor does she care, that France is a republic. She is royalty here.

She’s adopted the people that came to live here. Very gracious of her to share her home, n’est pas?

Mrs J has also been accepted as a temporary lodger.

Those who serve with food, water and treats can be fairly useful, after all.

And the occasional cuddle can be quite pleasant too.

At the moment, she rules over the garden and carpet at the back entrance. She then parades through the house on her way from the back to the front door and back. It’s a twice daily ritual, at least. Keeping traditions alive is important, n’est pas?

In other words, soon, she will rule the indoors as well. 

Resistance is futile. Dominance inevitable.