Puss and the Queen

She got to London and she saw the Queen. It was a dream come true! She was given a tour of Buckingham Palace. She saw the portraits of all the rulers of England from the 10th century. Finally she got to see the official living quarters of the King Henry, the Tudor. Puss had heard so much about him.
Puss got so many autographs she had to ship them down to the country separately. The weight of the autographs exceeded the weight of goods any aircraft would allow. Her shipment of autographs would have landed long ago but the ship suffered a mishap. And of course the stupid deckhand felt a cat's luggage was no use. So they threw them overboard. Puss contacted the local Animal Rights' group about the incident and they promised to take it up. She would have shown all the doubters at the monthly Lagos Pussy cats Meeting! She had been so prepared for it. Her pictures alone filled an entire suitcase! That's why Puss had to make do with the few pictures she came back with.
Her greatest moment was the minute she got a snapshot of the queen. Unfortunately she couldn’t snap with the queen. Some over-zealous security agent felt a cat had no business taking pictures with the queen. The impunity! Puss nearly spat at him but she remembered her latest regimen for dealing with anger. She took many deep breaths, took a walk round the gardens of the palace then walked back. By that time the Queen had stepped into her study and couldn’t be disturbed.
Puss still keeps her favourite pictures from that journey hanging round the house. It is a pity rats have gotten so clever and determined these days. They nearly ate off the Queen’s head from her favourite picture. Thank goodness, the head was only partially chopped off. A good observer will still see it’s the Queen. That was when Puss decided to carry the picture in her wallet. It’s safer that way. She just tries to always avoid the rain always.
After liaising with the local school authorities, they approved Puss' travelogue. It details her journey to London to see the Queen. The book quickly became a worldwide bestseller. A nursery rhyme about her going to see the queen also came out of the book. Puss was the cat who had gone to London to see the Queen! She was the cat that made history! The newspapers and magazines sought her for some weeks. Her pictures covered front pages of big magazine issues. And like everything that is news, she finally became olds.
The Benue still flows into the Niger and the Niger into the Atlantic but the world no longer remembers the Pussy cat that went to London to see the queen. It’s not a tragedy. It is just that “celebrity” is a dubious word. The world celebrates what now is. While Puss was celebrating going to London to see the Queen, the world went ahead of her, crowned a new Queen, and then crowned a Prince and King in her stead. Then the world evolved and made palaces museums and tourist centres. It was a harsh deal for a Puss intent on hanging on to old glory.
The Pussy cat Association finally decided on new measures to gain the world’s attention again. They will send someone to go see the president. If that doesn’t get any attention, they will form a militant group and go on strike. Their strike will be in place till the world hears them again. No pussy will chase, eat a rat or run from a dog while the strike lasts. I totally concur with them. At least cats going on strike is NEWs!