The squeaky old house belongs to The Duchess; she lacks the capacity to think otherwise. Golantha was granted to her by something as primitive and basic as she claims it as hers, and is willing and able to maintain control. Cats, kings, and rulers, have this possessive passion for what they consider theirs. She is no exception to this possessiveness, except perhaps more so. Mewing silently to herself, she considers all that has taken place bringing to her the title which she now enjoys. Softly purring, she envisions and contemplates all those happenings hidden below the observable that carefully mask her yard’s reawakening.