See what our members think it would be like to be one of
Queen Victoria's kitties!!
Biffy York purrs...
My Mom calls me "The Little Prince" all the time, so it is not difficult for me to imagine being Queen Victoria's cat. I would be pampurred every moment of my life.
All my meals would be served in a bone china dishes which bear the Royal coat of arms.I would awaken in the morning to milk fresh and warm from the Royal cows. For my midday treat, I would be given thick, rich cream. My dinner would consist of pheasant delivered only hours before by the Royal huntsmen, who had been on the hunt with Prince Albert. It would be roasted to juicy perfection over an open pit of glowing coals.
My waking hours would be spent exploring Windsor Castle. There is so much to see and many mice to chase. Being a Royal cat, I would not deign to kill and eat one...we have peasant cats to do that menial task. When I tire of exploring, I stroll into the throne room and lightly jump into Queen Victoria's lap, where she will carry on the affairs of state while stroking my silken fur. By stroking my fur and hearing me purr, she remains relaxed and calm even during complex negotiations and decision-making.
When I tire of the comings and goings of the court, I retire to my own private suite, which is gloriously furnished with silk chaises, satin pillows, and velvet coverlets on the grand feather bed. At my disposal are playthings to suit any mood in which I may find myself. I have my very own chambermaid who is there to do my bidding, to attend to my toilette, and to clean the Royal litterbox, which, by the way, is made of gold, has the coat of arms encrusted in jewels, and is filled with fresh cedar shavings every day.
However, while that all may be fun to imagine, I am happy and more than content living in my own world with my human Mom and Dad who treat me like Royalty all the time.
Biffy
biffy12@hotmail.com
SERVO writes....
I believe Queen victoria's kitty would have been furry pampered. I
would have a special red velvet cushion to sit and sleep on. I would
have had special dishes prepared just to my liking. I would have ridden
around in the finest carriage in the land and I am furry sure my name
would have been something regal like "Albert." In the summer when it was
furry hot, I would have been allowed to sit in the coolest place in the
palace since there was no such thing as air conditioning. I would
probably have many many children since they were not aware of the
problems of not having cats spayed and neutered. I would not be allowed
to make a lot of noise since it may seem improper and distasteful.
All in all I think I like living with my meowmie much better:)
Purrs, Servo
Mew Sir Wally!
To be a kitty wif Queen Victoria... would be heavenly.... by being Queen
Victoria's purrsonal kitty's.... we would be waited on head and paw...
we would havf own crowns encrusted wif all of our jewels and our Purple
Royal Robes wif our names (*Ms Kitty* - *Kiki Noel* on them..
embroidered flowers and jewels on them, would leave no doubt to whom we
"belong"!
We would havf the run of the Castle...sleep in the Royal Bed... feast on
cavier, fowl, cream of outstanding richness and quanity and all the
Royal mousie's one could eat....Our golden place settings would always
be set in the Royal Dining Room wif the Queeen
For all kitties would be welcome... wif open paws... we would party and
invite all our kitty subjects...to partake of the many goumet meals so
they too would be introduced to the finer things in life!
All Kitty subjects in our village and neighboring villages would be our
royal subjects and pay us homage from near and far.... We would be the
World's most loved kitties.. fur all the kindness that we share wif our
subjects.
....and alas.... we wake up..... and all has vanished!!!!!! MEOWWWWWWW
Ms Kitty "Missy" and
Kiki Noel
I think it would be wonderful to have a palace of my very own,
because I already have a crown! I could stalk the shadows, and climb the
drapes, and scratch on the throne. It would be fun to race through the
halls, and scatter the dainty dishes on the tea table! But, I would miss
my air conditioner and TV, and even though I don't like shots, I don't
have to worry about bad old diseases that hurt kitties. I'll have to
think on this one some more!
Purrs,
Nikita La Femme
By: Spooky
Well I think it would have been delightful being her Kitty all the soft,rich materials and wood work to sharpen the claws on. The best fresh cream; real jeweled collars; Catnip from the Orient; the entire roam of the castle and, of course, a paw servent to carry me about on a velvet jewled pillow . one drawback NO KITTY LITTER...it was far from being invented ...
But I guess the royal gardens would do. Plus Mommie would have been the Queen so if you didnt like dogs they could be banished to say....France!!! Not to mention pricless oriental rugs to catch my royal hair that shedded.
From Stacy
To be Queen Victoria's cat must have been wonderful!
You would have had Catnip GALORE!
From Nichie and Nikki:
We would have loved to be kitties of Queen Victoria - to be pampered and adored, and admired and respected - for we would be the right hands of the queen! We would be her joy and everyone would know our impurrtance!!! But, the one drawback living back then - the veterinary medicine was not purrfected and if we got sick - we would probably die a young age! So even though it may be grreat being a pet in the Court of Queen Victoria, it might not be as good as it seems!
From Leonora:
...Ah, to be Queen Victoria's cat! (...don't let on that I said this, but sometimes I think that I am... Mums is always one to be harping on decorum, and she is rather short,
heavy, and dignified ... but Mums does not like to publicise that our nobility is inbred rather than inborn.) As long as there was no contamination in my water (poor Albert!), I'd
love to enjoy the sort of treats that would be at a royal table. Things do so need to
improve ... I shall never understand why Her Majesty always seems to be seen with d*gs...
(Perhaps there is a kitty in her bag ... Mums, being a grocer's daughter, privately wonders why the queen always needs that purse ... she certainly does not need to go to
Sainsbury's..) Being a doctor of felinities, I am indeed aware of the workhouse and such .. but the Victorian era was such a great period in many ways. Perhaps my site can be about
literature - heaven knows that the Christmas pantomimes often had a very famous kitty of Dick Whittington's on centre stage.
Mums says that the Victorian era had wonderful trends in many ways - but that, as with
their furnishings, the trouble was that they never knew when to stop.
...Curling for a nap on our Victorian foot stool..
Pets and purrs,
Leonora
Submitted by: Rambley Bambley
I wonder if Queen Victoria had a cat? History doesn't record this
fact, or at least I didn't find it in anything that I read. While the
age credited with her name was quite lovely, and no doubt at least
partially influenced by her life, I am not so sure I would have wanted
to be her cat. First of all Queen Victoria was a furry busy lady, and
also she seemed to be rather more interested in horses and dogs. And
she did have an awful lot of children, from whom I would have
constantly been trying to escape. On the ofur hand, purrhaps the good
Queen had a softer sider, and I could have helped to bring it out. No
doubt, if I had been her cat, I would have been furry spoiled, and had
the run of the palace, and been able to jump up on the table and take
tea with the Queen if I had so desired. Hmmm, I wonder is she ate toona
tarts? Yummm. But I digress. Yes, being the Queen's cat would have
been a furry interesting proposition.
I would have much preferred to be the Cat of she for whom I was named,
Queen Hatshepsut of Egypt. While history also does not record that this
Queen had a cat, it is almost a foregone conclusion that she did. Cats
were much more popular in Ancient Egypt than in Victorian England, and
as gods they were furry well cared for, and revered. Yes, I think I
would have enjoyed being the cat of Queen Hatshepsut.
Tons of purrs, Rambley-Bambley Hatshepsut Milliken
If I was Queen Victoria's Cat
I'd sit in my throne and grow sleek and fat
And when I awoke, I'd eat cream and fish
Out of a lovely marble dish.
Purrs, Bastet
Silvermyst & Cheyenne Autumn purr:
We are indoor kitties who live in our meowmie's computer
room and sleep in a kitty condo. If we had been the Queen's
kitties, our "condo" would have been the Palace....lots of
staircases, window seats, a big kitchen for goodies...and
oh yes..all those D*GS...it is known that the Queen was an
ardent dog lover and it because of HER that Pekingese were
brought to England!! HISS! Now they are all over our house!
She needed us back then to tell her about d*gs!!!
Submitted by: Anne Cordelia
Well, to be honest I have mixed feelings about how it would be to be the
Kitty of Queen Victoria. Mew see, I would love to be a Kitty of that
era... as Meowmie also would like to have been a Meowmie then coz she
loves the clothes that the ladies wore.. And it would be nice to be
pampered and sleep on velvet cushions (or even better, on the Royal
Bed!) and eat lofurly food. But Queen Victoria was a very prudish
lady.. she even had skirts put on table legs and piano legs and things
because she thought they were "indelicate". What if she thought my
beautiful Kitty Legs were indelicate? She might have made me wear a
dress, and then how could I catch mice and things? Because even though
I would be the Royal Cat, I would still be me, and I confess that I an a
Naughty Cat! Meowmie calls me her "Up Jump Never Come Down Cat", which
means that I don't have an Off Switch - whatever that is!
Purrs,
Anne Cordelia
Good evening to all the fine kitties of the Society.
It is very late in the evening and I am one tired kitty. I can feel my little blue eyes getting heavy...and I am drifting off....
But what was that question of the Victorian Cats Society?.... Oh yes....Queen Victoria's day....
My "tail" is one of woe at first- but I am getting ahead of myself.
I , through no fault of my own, started out life as a fine, sturdy, kitty with no siblings. One day my feline mother decided to move me to a better spot in the village where we reside near Balmoral Castle, Ballater, Aberdeenshire, Scotland.
Unfortunately she was startled by a passing horse and wagon delivering the fresh fruits and vegetables to the service entrance of the Castle. I was dropped there on the back step and watched my mother's tail swish off as she ran and ran. I was never to see my beloved Mum again!
As I sit, not mewing, just looking wide eyed at all that goes on around me. I hear "Well what is this?" "A dirty little urchin I believe!" 'Is there a rare jewel under all that filth?" It is the head mistress of the kitchen, Mrs. Pennywaite. "I will clean you up and present you to the Queen."
After an hour of washing, drying, and brushing I am brought through the castle to meet the Queen. I look fine and dandy on a pillow of velvet and a satin sash of blue ribbon around my neck. Sets off the eyes you know. But will the Queen like me enough to keep me?
As I am being presented, the Queen eyes me with much consternation. "What have we here Pennywaithe?" "What have you brought me this time?"
I quickly decide to make my move and step off the pillow to meet Queen Victoria on her own ground. I look her straight in the eye and give her one swift kiss on the nose. As I draw back to see the reaction....What? What is this? Slowly I see a small smile curl the Queen's lips upward.
"Have the "Little Jewel" delivered to my drawingroom Pennywaithe, for I shall want to keep her close to me forever."
*yawn*....purr..purr.. I am so glad the Queen's favorite residence is Balmoral Castle and it is such a retreat to her and the Royal Family. Now I am a Royal too!
