Snowball’s highness

One moment, she was perched on her throne—elegant, aloof, bathed in golden light.

The next? A graceful leap to the ground, as if the living room was her personal runway.

She didn’t look around. She didn’t pause for applause.

She

headed straight for her snacks.

Cameras flashed, hearts melted, but she couldn’t care less.

Because true queens don’t pose. They reign.

Snowball’s Highness