Every time I talked to Gayle we of course also talked about Kitty and we were joking about her a lot, like Kitty going out at night, dancing on tables, singing and drinking vodka and then she would pass out next to her, so when Flower would wake up, Kitty was there curled up and attached to her, sound asleep.

Then two Caturdays ago I sent her a card from American Greetings, with a talking cat wearing a crown (I named her Princess Patty), who presented Gayle with the Order of the Oranges and told her to give her regards to her niece Kountess Kitty.

In the card I wrote..

You must be curious how I got in contact with Royals like Princess Patty. Well, it's a bit of a strange story.

About seventeen years back, Queen Beatrix visited my town Deventer. It was a big event of course. People waved their tiny flags, Bea waved her queeny hand, there was big band music, children singing, all kinds of traditional games like biscuit biting, bag walking and egg running.

At one point I noticed this white cat with a crown doing her dumpings on my balcony. I shooed and said: "Just because you think you are royal, it doesn't mean you can sit where ever you like!" Well, long story short, we did get off on the wrong foot, but in the end she apologized, said that she liked my honesty and that life as a royal kitty wasn't easy at all with all these paparazzi around, gave me her number and we have been friends ever since.

So every now and than, on special occasions like these I can ask her for a favor, because no pictures were taken of her misstep way back then on my balcony...

So that's how the name Kountess Kitty came about. Such an extraordinary cat she is. She'll be alright.