Meow, Meow, Meeeeooooow?

I feel like the queen of the oven! I am the Queen of all oven-dry! Master of heat! You may now address me as "Your Royal Highness"!

I've never been scared of the dark, but I'm still terrified of what's in it.

She never called her son by any name but John; 'love' and 'dear', and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny.

Meow.

Cats will be cats.