
Like "Sugar" without the "r". Like a female version of Suge Knight. Take your pick.

I guess I'm lucky I didn't get sacrified in some kind of Voo Doo foolishness. Instead, I hooked up with some Katrina refugees, and eventually one of them brought me back to New Orleans, which is where I live now. Yer damn right it's awesome.

I'm a tabby with a tortoise shell back, and I'm also a calico, so you know I'm totally insane in tha membrane and down with whatever.

How I keep such a tight little package. I dunno, I was a runt. I weigh like 5 or 6 pounds, more than enuf to kick your sorry azz.

The black and white cat behind me is Lucci, who's mostly my beeatch but also as useless as tits on a pig. He sleeps like 23 hours a day, and it would be more if I didn't bum rush every couple hours just to wake him up...

I'm available for appearances and product endorsements, but I don't work cheap. Nevermind, I'm sure your punk azz can't afford me.
Hey, they're worth another look