I'm a British shorthair kitten on my way to steal yo girl and fux shit up. I was born in Arkansas, but trust me, I’m no Southern gentleman. Now I live in Los Angeles with my devoted slaves—oops, I meant humans—where the weather’s great, the girls are hot, and everyone’s tryna get famous. Myself included yo.
My birthday is November 6, 2017, meaning I’m a Scorpio. They say we’re the zodiac’s most sensual sign. Don’t take my word for it though; just ask any of the Bachelor rejects who slid into my DMs. #bitcheslovebenny
I was living a pretty YOLO life until a year ago, when my slaves—dammit, humans!—brought home a total whackjob named Aspen with claims of “Oh, this poor thing was found on the side of the 5 freeway in L.A.” Now I’m a reluctant bro to this snow-white rescue cat that weighs twice as much as me, eats like there’s no tomorrow, and sheds like a mother. I beat him up all the time, but he doesn’t get the hint, so we’re stuck with each other. I guess he has, like, fans of his own now. Weird.
But sharing the stage with SPB (his nickname’s Skinny Polar Bear!) is fine. Because everyone knows I’m the baller. The shotcaller. A true G. The fame and champagne. The flash. The cash. The felines. The grind. The best of all time.
I’ve been #blessed enough to receive messages from fans around the world saying that I make ‘em smile or want to rip their clothes off and whatnot. Pretty cool. So now my life’s purpose on this earth is to spread the message of doing whatever the f**k you want, whenever you want. Unless it’s something illegal. Then just make sure you don’t get caught. Oh, and unless you’re hurting people. Then don’t do it. Ever. Good vibes only, y’all.