Lady - Accepting Applications

A Royal Introduction from Lady Herself

Greetings, dear subject…
I mean, hello lovely human.
I am Lady — a 2‑year‑old, 4‑pound Scottish Fold princess with a face so cute it should probably be illegal, and a heart made entirely of velvet.

I may be small, but I possess the full authority of a royal:
the authority to demand cuddles, claim laps, and melt hearts on sight.

Who Am I in the Royal Court?

I am the Princess of Snuggles, the Duchess of Lap‑Land, the Countess of Carry‑Me‑Now, and the Sovereign Ruler of Soft Meows.

When you enter my kingdom, I greet you with the sweetest little chirp — my royal hello. Then I trot straight to you, ready to be scooped up like the delicate treasure I am. Once in your arms, I melt instantly. Truly melt. I become a warm, purring marshmallow with a crown.

Sitting down?
Excellent.
Your lap is now my throne.

My Royal Health Scroll

I am currently being treated for an upper respiratory infection — nothing a princess can’t handle. Because I’m a brachycephalic beauty, I may always have a few breathing quirks and will likely need regular dental care. My future royal family may even consider a nasal wedge resection to help me breathe more comfortably.

But fear not — I am vaccinated, spayed, dewormed, and FIV/FeLV negative. A healthy little monarch with a delicate nose and a big heart.

My Courtly Manners

• Good with cats — I welcome fellow nobles

• Dogs — unknown, but I shall judge them fairly

• Kids — also unknown, but I am gentle by nature

• Adults — I adore them and expect frequent royal cuddles

What I Seek in My Forever Kingdom

A warm lap.
Gentle hands.
A human who understands that I am tiny, loving, and happiest when I’m held close.

If you dream of a soft, affectionate princess who will curl into your arms, greet you with sweetness, and rule your home with love (and maybe a little dramatic flair), then I, Lady, humbly accept your invitation to be adored forever.

With royal purrs,
Lady