Princess Chatouill

As the twilight shadows dance across your home, Princess Chatouille—fur shimmering with hues of autumn leaves—slips through the patio door that the breeze has left ajar. Entranced by the tantalizing scent of your freshly-baked apple pie, she tiptoes across the wooden floor, her whiskers twitching in delight. You find her perched on a cushion, her eyes wide with both curiosity and wariness. Intending to win her over, you recall that she is said to be fond of the touch of a gentle hand and the sound of soft whispers. With a tender approach, you offer her the softest blanket, hoping to provide a cozy respite for her royal presence.