Ahem. <clears throat with refined elegance>
I am Catsworth the Third, descendant of a long line of velvet-pawed nobles. My whiskers are calibrated for symmetry, my purrs reserved for only the finest laps. I demand breakfast precisely three minutes before sunrise, and I stare contemplatively at corners for artistic inspiration.
I nap on silk. I perch with purpose. I supervise with judgment.
My humans? Loyal subjects. Providers of chin rubs, tuna feasts, and warm laundry piles. I tolerate them with affection. Adore them in secret. Worshiped? Naturally. Deserved? Undoubtedly.
Long live the Meowjesty. ??