She clawed me, bit me, woke me up at 3AM… and I’d let her do it again

She wasn’t just a cat.
She was an icon. A fluffy dictator.
A gremlin. A therapist. A demon and an angel in fur.
She’d scratch my hand, then purr like she did me a favor.
Today she’s gone. But I swear I still hear her.
Jumping on things. Judging me from beyond.
Rest in power, you beautiful monster.
You made this house your kingdom.
And I was lucky to serve in your empire.