What's a queen to do

So, I've been receiving a lot of e-mail asking:

"Meeshka, you are the queen, why are you so tired?"

Well, apparently a lot of you think that all Queens do is lay on their cold air vents all day and eat cake. Pfft, silly minions. Queens have a lot of responsibilities other than clawing, throwing down fluff, looking regal, laying on cold air vents, and eating.

For instance, I'm getting over a wicked case of jet lag having just flown back from Egypt where I was on a diplomatic mission. I would like all of you to know that de nile IS a river in Egypt, which proves that Oprah woman wrong (not to be confused with Opy, who is always right, but isn't pictured on the right, that's the Oprah woman who is wrong and obnoxious).

My trip to Egypt was very important in that I was negotiating a trade agreement with the egyptian government. When the time comes where all dogs rule the earth (with me as your queen) we will most likely have an overabundance of poo to deal with. Egypt seems like the optimum place to put it, as its just like a gigantic litter pan full of sand. There were some nasty sticking points in the negotiating:
1.) the egyptians weren't too keen with being called a gigantic litter pan full of sand
2.) the question of how all of that poo would affect tourism
3.) they wouldn't let me on their furniture
4.) one of these bozos tried to bribe me with a dog cookie

After a lot of clawing, I finally convinced them that it would be in their best interest to allow the import of poo, and to help bolster their tourist trade, I suggested that they start the great pooramids. This appeased them, but what can you expect from people that have ugly carpets and furniture like they do.

So, you see, I have good reason to be tired and not post for a while, but thankfully honorary HULA and husky Muffle has recognized just how busy my diplomatic schedule is, and understands that although I don't post every day, the quality of my posts make up for it... plus I'm your queen.

Thank you Huffle