I was the perfect hybrid.
My purrs were legendary.
My hops were mythical.
My whole personality was being
cute and chaotic.
Then the vibe shifted.
The biologists cooked me. My whole existence was giving... genetically impossible.
Everyone just replied that's a Manx cat.
I didn't disappear into fiction. I just locked the replies and posted can't argue with non-believers lol.
They say I'm just a Cabbit in my fantasy arc.
Yep, I'm just munching on pure, uncut $CABBIT.
CA : XXXXXXXXXXXXX
1 Billion $CABBIT for every time they told you to be realistic.
Here, we don't get debunked. We become myths.
Join us.
Let’s hop over it into a new reality.