His majesty surveys his domain…
“All this,” he bellows, “as far as the cat eye can see, from the old oak tree to the grassy knoll, belongs to Tabs the Cat Industries LLC.”
Tabs has been a benevolent kitty dictator. Now in his thirteenth (or fourteenth) spring, he doesn’t have to do much battling anymore. There is peace across the land (except for his feud with Harris).
Now, King Tabby can enjoy the fruits of his labor. The gravy, like the wine, flows freely.