We call her "The Princess". She walks into the kitchen and immediately demands, in her Siamese voice, that all and sundry drop what they're doing and serve Her Highness instanter. My son yesterday was making a sandwich, and the cat got up on the counter, took her paw, and STRUCK his hand away from the sandwich. "Out of Our way, scum! We are the Princess Royal!"
My third cat is a strange little Siamese who sleeps in the dog's crate. But whenever the dog noses her, she plops down and washes the spot thoroughly.