Meow? Someone’s there?
I’m supposed to get to sleep in the dressing room until I’m needed.
Go away, be sure to read my contract.
Hey, put me back. I wanna sleep more.
Rrrr? They do need me? I’m on? Why didn’t you say so?
Give me some time to get in the right mindset.
Hiss. I’ll be ready by the time they call action. Now go.
I am the bunny. I seek refuge.
Am I to be killed?
Am I to be consumed?
The lion’s powerful jaws will not slacken.
Its fangs weep only with saliva, and soon my blood.
But if I am to have a purpose, I must challenge this beast.
These are likely my last moments, but I am not merely a pink bunny.
… a warrior.
That’s a good take? Meow. I’m going to… umm… get changed.
Let me know when you’re ready.
The file cabinet.
Good, it’s open.
It should still be where I left it.
Let’s get this drawer open.
Purr. It’s still there.
I gotta make this quick.
I can’t get through today without my uppers.
Curse these paws. Give me!
Why did my dealer have to use a ziplock?
Finally! *chomp* *chomp*
*slurp* This is the good stuff.
The rush. I feel it in my whiskers.
What’s goin’ on?
Hey Bob, are they ready for me?
Yeah? They’re ready for the lion scene? Okay Bob, I’ll be right there.
Dahling, you’ll help me get ready, won’t you?
You’ll be a dear and fetch me the lion costume, won’t you?
Are you absolutely positive there are no pants that go with this costume?
It’s just the headpiece?
Okay then. The director awaits. Bring me back to the set at once!
Rrrrk! Hiss! A little gentler next time please?
My safety is paramount. Meow! The director is here! Skedaddle!
The lion waits and watches.
My predatory eyes spot a pink dot within my territory. Within my kingdom.
The bunny has hopped into the broth of its own stew.
Roar. You are already dead.
You are caught.
Your fate is entangled within the power of my wild mane.
I am the gatekeeper to your new existence.
I will guide you from the innocence of the rabbit’s hole, to your new abode, deep within the lion’s den.
Let my claws pierce your beating heart, drenched in the courage of your warrior spirit.
And a warrior you are, my knight of the round dinner table.
My pink bunny friend.
Cut? We’re wrapped for the day?
Come get me out of this costume, will you?
I am soooo pooped.
Just leave me alone for the next cat year.
Wait, I have to make an appearance tonight? For a fan club?
You cleared this with my agent? Rotten tuna.
And your name is? Maria? You’re not going to be silly and try to touch me, are you?
That’s smart of you not to try. I like smart fans. Well, it was really good to meet you, Marisa.
Last night was just too much for me.
I know my fans love me, but, my head feels like a dirty litter box.
Not feeling well. Just leave me alone.
I really should check myself into a clinic.
*gack* *churn* Bleeeeaaaahhhh!!!
I can’t keep doing this to myself.
Do they even make mouthwash for cats?
Clear the calendar for today and leave me in peace. I’m sleeping in.