I am who I am, as a cat.
Sometimes people dress me up, and it always frustrates me.
Don’t they want me to have my own personality? I’m not a sock puppet.
That said, I tolerate it. The humans mean well, most of the time.
If they want me to be a bunny for a minute, I’ll be a bunny.
Now, if I saw a real bunny, I’d be on him like… well, like Jabberwocky.