Mrs. Cotton

# From Jutta to Mrs. Cotton There was a time, before I took up my present royal appointment, when I lived in Enschede and answered to the name Jutta. It was a perfectly respectable name, of course. Nothing wrong with it at all. But when Marco and Daniëlle came to meet me, they immediately understood something rather important: I was not Jutta. I was Mrs. Cotton. Some humans require months of training before they recognise authority. Mine showed unusual promise from the beginning. On March 11th 2026, I was officially adopted and transferred to my new household. I was 3 years old at the time, although I already possessed the judgement, dignity and household-management skills of a much more experienced lady. Naturally, my humans believed they were bringing me home. In reality, I was taking possession of the property. Since then, I have settled in extremely well. Marco and Daniëlle provide comfortable furniture, warm sleeping places and a generally acceptable level of personal service. Meals are served, doors are opened and cushions are adjusted according to my requirements. Their performance is not always flawless, but I believe strongly in continuing education. They are kind, loving and very devoted to me, which is exactly as it should be. I am the only child in the household, and I take that responsibility seriously. I supervise the living room, inspect all new objects and ensure that no human sits comfortably without first considering whether I might need the space. Life here is good. I am safe, loved and properly appreciated. My humans may have adopted me from Enschede, but we all know the truth. They did not simply choose a cat. They recognised their queen. Yours, Mrs. Cotton ps. I got my own blog at https://mrscotton.mjanssen.nl