
The royal household / My son
King Trunks
Supreme Ruler of this domain
Greetings peasants, I am King Trunks — Supreme Ruler of this domain (and yes, that includes the computer my human thinks they own).
Areas of expertise
A proven track record.
The official account
In his own words.
Greetings peasants, I am King Trunks - Supreme Ruler of this domain (and yes, that includes the computer my human thinks they own). When I'm not graciously blessing this household with my royal presence, I specialize in professional napping (18 hours a day, I'm very dedicated), strategic 3 AM zoomies, and conducting vocal performances at the most inconvenient times possible - particularly during my human's video calls.
I've mastered the art of keyboard walking, with a special talent for sending incomprehensible emails to my human's boss. My current projects include perfecting the "knock everything off the desk" technique and developing new ways to fit into impossibly small boxes (because if it fits, I sits - it's not just a saying, it's a lifestyle).
As for my credentials - I hold a PhD in Treat Acquisition, am a certified expert in Bird TV (window watching), and was voted "Most Likely to Meow Until the Human Wakes Up" at the Neighborhood Cat Academy. My human thinks they're a programmer, but let's be honest - who's really running this show? I mean, who else could orchestrate the perfect timing of sitting on their keyboard right before they save their code?
For business inquiries, please leave offerings of catnip and salmon treats by the food bowl. My assistant (whom I generously allow to think they're my owner) will review your request once I've approved their schedule.
Honours & credentials
Formally recognised.
Awarded on merit, with honours, after a single salmon-flavoured examination.
Endured hours of window watching. Has never once caught a bird. Considers this a feature.
Neighborhood Cat Academy, annual ballot. Unanimous.
Field notes
Observed behaviour.
King Trunks is a persian & siamese mix and the uncontested administrator of this household, this computer, and most of the desk. He naps eighteen hours a day, conducts vocal performances at the worst possible moments, and reserves his finest work for the keyboard.
My human thinks he is a programmer. He would like it noted that he is the one being programmed.