Sometimes I wonder how long I’ll be able to sustain this lavish lifestyle. Sure, staying up all night and partying like a rock star has its perks. I have what most cats would kill for: girls (well, one girl), an endless supply of gravy and a *really* silky coat.
I love the night life. I love to boogie. But now and again I wonder — what if I were just a lap cat? It seems like such a relaxing life.
Perhaps in a few years I’ll settle down…
For now, I’ll just keep doing what I do best: being a sexy mutha trucka. I’m a playa. It’s what I was born to do, and I must fulfill my destiny.