VioletFuzzypelt

Written by Johnsoneer What am I doing with my life? I should clean my fur up cause it’s a real mess. I probably smell pretty rancid as well. I need a bath, a shower, or something. Mammals might respect me more if I cleaned up my act a little bit. All I want is a little conversation: a little back and forth, an exchange of wits, a simple tête-á-tête if you will. But, no matter how much I try, I can never seem to make a connection. Why can’t I connect with anyone? Oh yeah. It’s cause I’m dead. Kind of hard to talk with anyone when everyone you know is dead. See that rat over there? He’s dead. Thi