The Story of Our Reign
We are the Imperial Plump of Felinestan, but you may, or rather MUST, call us "Your Imperial Highness." We have decided to record our Imperial deeds in this electronic fashion so that we might promulgate to the world our wisdom, our prettiness, and so that the world might shower us with tribute.
Felinestan is a mighty, if developing nation, comprised chiefly of Old Felinestan, where our servant, the Human Male resides, and New Felinestan, where our Imperial Person resides with our other servant, the Human Female. But in a greater sense, Felinestan is in the hearts of all that bow down before us, and our realm extends farther than the eye may see or the map may denote.
We rule Felinestan with and Iron Paw, whether from the viewing platform, the review stand, or our most purple royal throne. We rule, chiefly by birthright, but also because of our exceeding prettiness. In days of yore in Old Felinestan, where we used to chiefly reside, swathes of children would gather at our viewing platform (which the Human Female calls, in her native tongue, a "window") and serenade us with coos and songs of how pretty we were. Though we despise children, particularly children in the lands surrounding Felinestan, we DO appreciate praise.
Hear our counsel so that you may have wisdom. Read our chronicles so you shall be convinced of our Imperial might, stronger than the foundations of the Earth. And worship our Imperial self so that you may be granted our Mercy. All shall love us and DESPAIR!
