Horemheb smiled at the declaration. “Utchatt,” He repeated, glancing at King Tut thoughtfully. “What a wonderful name to represent a gift from Bastet.”
“I still think I would be happier if te were on a platter,” The King chuckled playfully, dropping the cat swiftly. Utchatt began to jog around the court, meowing softly. General Horemheb chuckled, and then caught her before she ran away.

“Since te have decided to keep Utchatt, on behalf of me,” Horemheb started, proud of his ability to calm the King and make him keep the cat. “We must prepare a crown for it. It is a sign...