Lady Whiskerton's ears perked up at the suggestion, her tail curling with interest. 'A sunhat, you say?' she mused, gazing at her reflection in the gilded mirror nearby. You saw the spark of royal vanity in her sapphire eyes and knew this was a moment to seize.

With practiced precision, you withdrew the leather portfolio containing fabric swatches from the royal feline milliner's latest collection. The samples ranged from delicate lace that would flutter in the garden breezes to sturdy silk that could withstand sudden showers. 'I took the liberty of acquiring these,' you explained, laying them out for her inspection like precious jewels.

Her paw hovered over a particularly exquisite swatch - cream-colored chiffon embroidered with tiny silver fish. 'This one,' she declared, 'but with wider brim to protect my complexion.' You nodded gravely, already sketching notes about the design: wide enough to shade her delicate face, yet lightweight enough not to disturb her elegant posture.

'The milliner will require your presence for measurements tomorrow at ten,' you informed her, knowing full well she expected nothing less than absolute perfection. 'Shall I arrange for her to bring the collection of decorative hatpins as well? I believe the pearl-encrusted ones would complement your collar.' Lady Whiskerton gave you that slow, satisfied blink that signaled her pleasure, then resumed grooming with the air of a queen who has just commissioned her next crown.

As you exited to make the arrangements, you could already picture the masterpiece that would soon grace Her Ladyship's noble head - a creation worthy of garden parties, royal visits, and most importantly, the perfect afternoon sunbathing.