Rosy rules over a household with 5 Jack Russell terrors and one very old cocker spaniel. Her throne is the kitchen window sill where she can watch the antics of the dogs jumping up trying to catch her.

Rosy stays tantalizingly just out of reach of the terrors. She slinks back and forth across the sill like a French model gliding along a runway displaying the latest Paris Haute Couture to entice them to do her biding. From her vantage point, Rosy insists on watching the comings and goings of the household and knowing what is cooking on the stove.