📝🐱🏡 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 my future humans 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…