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However, one day a specific plea went out for my benefit in a Pet Rescue Newsletter, explaining my plight (and my "attitude") and a cat-loving, understanding Prince of a Person came in to meet me and, of course, fell in love with my gorgeous self. I am again the Queen of the household, but somewhere along the line I did learn that one should rule with a gentler paw, and I thank the volunteers of Pet Rescue Association for putting up with my now forgotten other side.
love,
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My name is Persia and I am a true Persian Queen. Although I am beautiful, I
developed the attitude that I was royalty, and I became unkind - no, actually
cruel, to my devoted subjects. I found myself dethroned and cast off. No
longer wanted by those who I once ruled with such an iron claw, I was taken
in by a band of gypsy types who fed me, cared for me, and tried hard to return
me to my former position. A lot of time went by and I lived the life of a
"common" cat, truly sad and mostly in a bad mood.