Kitty Softpaws

Im gonna be honest, I want Kitty Softpaws. Like, I *want* Kitty Softpaws. Ever since I first saw her in theaters I fell in love with her. Those deep, big eyes. Her smooth, black fur. Her snappy, stong personality. And of course, her soft, soft paws. All of it is just literal perfection. Every second she was on screen I could feel my heart melt a little. Especially that scene when she shaves Puss. Ho. ly. Shit. I wanted to be on that boat right there with her. Just imagining her being only an inch from my face, slowly and gently gliding her cute little gatito blade all across, her showing the cutest of smiles with the beautiful dreamlike scenery of the dark forest all around us… Just… fuck, man. I want to marry this cat. I want to spend the rest of my life with Kitty Softpaws. I want to see her standing in front of me at the altar of the church back at Santa Coloma. When I was driving home from the movie theater I literally almost fucking crashed because I was fantasising about my life with her. It was worth it though, every moment I have I think of her. I love you, Kitty Softpaws.

And while I’m on the topic, FUCK Death for hogging all of the rule 34 attention while Kitty gets almost nothing. It’s the disappointment of the century having Generic Male Wolf Character#3957318567 sitting on mountains and mountains of art while Kitty gets whatever crumbs are left over. These stupid artists need to get better taste.


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