The Adventures of Princess Ojja’s Cat

by BugBug Milliken

Hi, My name is Busan, and I am the Cat of her Royal Highness, Princess Victoria Ingrid Alice Desiree Gustav. Or Ojja, as I call her. My Princess is a lovely and thoroughly modern Princess, and we have had many lovely adventures together. Oh, LOL, I remember our first great adventure, when I was just a tiny kitten, and the Princess herself was no more than a toddler. I had only been with the Princess a short time, but I knew already that she was very special. Carl, that is the Princess’ Father, you know, had decided to change the law, so that my sweet Princess would become the next Monarch of the country. A very smart and forward looking Father, if you ask me. No use waiting for a silly Prince, when you can have a Princess instead. As it turns out, if you are a Crown Prince, or Princess, as is the case, the Swedish Flag is flown on your name day as well as your Birthday. I thought that was just too cool. I wanted to climb up on that flag pole and yell to all the world. This is my Princess’ Birthday. Well being a young a silly kitten, that is just what I tried to do. I climbed out the window and onto the flag pole. And little Ojja, climbed up and prepared to follow me. Mew. You have never seen such a to do. The nanny fainted dead away, and luckily Carl and Silvia were there to rescue the Princess before she had a chance to get much past the window frame. I myself was not quite so lucky, and suddenly I found myself hanging by one paw, and looking a long way down to the pavement. Just as suddenly, a large firm hand grasped me by the neck, and pulled me to safety, and I snuggled close to the broad chest of the King, Carl. After that, it seemed we had one adventure after another, as the Princess and I grew up together. I learned to sit close to the Princess as she galloped madly about in the fields around the Palace. And I learned to snuggle firmly in her backpack as she raced wildly down the ski slopes. She leash-trained me, and we went on many lovely hikes together. In quieter moments, the Princess taught me to love music, and we sit and listen and dream romantic dreams. Sometimes the Princess would read to me, and that was no doubt my favorite time. Then before I knew it, my Princess grew up, and I became quite old. She decided to join the Swedish Army, being the thoroughly modern Princess that she is, and I longed to go with her. But I was much too old. I could only sit by the Palace windows and wait for the mailman’s letters. Ojja was very faithful, and wrote me almost every day. But I could feel that she was wandering away from me. I miss her a lot when she is out doing her Princess jobs, and I am always so glad to see her. I guess one day she will eventually get married, and I will no doubt cross the Rainbow Bridge, as I am getting quite old now, almost 20. I will be sad to leave my dear Princess when the time comes. I have had a very good life, and have been a very lucky cat. I hope that all of you have had such a wonderful life. Purrs, Busan