Queen Cat by Kathryn Evans

I would come in but I can see,
This may not be the house for me.
I know I look like any cat,
But I’m a Queen, you must know that.
I need comfort, hands to pander,

Put more simply, something grander.
If I come in, I might not stay,
Unless you do things, just my way.
Feather pillows, soft and downy,
Happy faces, nothing frowny,
For dinner I'll need cheese and cake,
Milk and biscuits, ham and steak.
So...
if you learn how to behave,
I might just let you be my slave, 
I'll not turn tail and disappear,
I'll stay awhile  and rough it here.