I have a Deep 'n Dark Confession to... um... confess.
Here it is, another #WickedCatWednesday, but it's getting kinda hard to keep up my AssRabbit image.
Hey, I know my Fans expect to see me jump on Dori's back and bite her neck. They expect me to steal noms from my geriatric fursibs, and they expect me to knock stuff off the counter. They expect me to have a total lack of impulse control, Livin la Vida Loca, AssRabbit style.
They expect me to lead Team AssRabbit by example, cheering on my pals who take the initiative to flaunt their Cattitude without making excuses.
And yeah, I love doing all that.
But I'm not only a Role Meowdel for Bad Behavior. I'm more.
I'm a special needs, emotionally challenged, sensitive kind of guy...
But not a weenie.
Oh sure, I'm stuffed into my jams when my enthusiasm for life surpasses Mom's ability to cope. For awhile she was buying jams like crazy. Mostly cuz my purrsonal motto is: Be Savage, Not Average.
But there are times when I'm exhausted being me. Times when the pawpawrazzi isn't around, and the camera is off. And I shake off the day's wildness to crawl into Mom's lap and relax.
No sneaky biting of her arm either, also known as *makes paw quotes* Love Nips.
Yeah, it's getting hard to keep up my Bad Boy image. I really hate to disappoint my Fans, but....
In my defense... she walked by.
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