Your Majesty, High Queen Orla. Thank you for gracing us with your presence. To even have stroked one tuft of fur on your body felt like all my Christmases had come at once. Your fluffy coat is something to behold, O Great One. I lament not being able to hear your foghorn meow anymore. It was always heard clearly on the farthest of shores. May you sleep soundly on your palacial throne and eat all the fishiest of foods in the world.