My Cat Would Would Be King

In an earlier post I noted that Kitty O might as well be Tybalt, King of Cats, because he rules the house. That continues to be true, but I share with you yet another Kingly quality. It rained the other day, and when I opened the back door to his "Hurry Up" meows, I saw that his back and tail were wet. So, like a good minion, I got a towel and started what I anticipated would be the long process of drying him. Imagine my surprise when Kitty O stood still, purring, as I ministered to His Wetness. Any time I took a break, he would stare up at me, as if I were negligent in my duties.
This is not cat like behavior, I thought. I mean, Kitty O is unusual, yes, but this?
Then I realized that the King in him liked the fact that I was doing what essentially is his job. Most cats groom themselves. But not Kitty O. He wanted me to take that burden off his licking tongue.
I stared down at Kitty O, wishing I, too, had someone who would do my job for me. Right now I am struggling with a section in the novel that was supposed to have been done, finished, four weeks ago. But the pages stare at me as my mind draws a blank. If only someone would draw out a towel, rub it over the pages and presto! all was done!!! Wishful thinking indeed.
A human can look at a king, even if that king is a cat!