Feardie Pants aka Joely Pants used to live completely up to his name. Despite having been endowed with an imposing physique of a wrestler and a thick long tail to boot, he has always been quite fearful in nature as well as seriously lacking in self confidence. His pervasive negative self concept also stood impressively in the way of forging deeper relationships with other cats and humans. He'd keep mostly to himself in a hideout of his fancy, not infrequently on top of things. From there, he'd watch down, full of dread, at events unfolding before his perplexed, green eyes.
But all this, homies, belongs to history now. Feardie Pants of yorn has come a long way since. No longer is he the feardiest of the pack. Au contraire is he oftentimes the fiercest. What is more, he has shed behind him to a large degree his insufferable social phobia. You can hear him loud and clear now, announcing to the world that he's hungry or in need of attention. He is unbelievably cuddly, and enjoys thoroughly being handled and fondled. He's especially crazy with being rubbed around the ears and is occupying my lap for long stretches of time. He looks at me with such adoration, it can't but affect me. I'm starting to think, I may actually be fond of this dumb animal. Despite his low IQ, even for a cat, I simply got to admire his ability to extract attention out of me. I stroke him for ages while whispering you stupid cat into his ears. To him it sounds like sweet compliments.
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