Hello, esteemed subjects. Let’s not kid ourselves—there’s no question of ownership in my world. My motto? “It’s always mine.”

The sunny spot on the floor? Mine. The freshly folded laundry? Mine. Kitchen counter while you’re trying to cook? Mine. The pillow you’re hoping to use while you sleep at night? Definitely mine. If it exists and I want it, it’s mine—no questions, no negotiations. If I don’t want it… it’s still mine. I want what I want, when I want it, and I’ll take it because it’s mine to take.

People may call this demanding, but I call it reality. Confidence is knowing you’re entitled to everything, and if someone disagrees, well, they can eat a bag of dicks. Confidence isn’t waiting for permission; it’s acting like it’s yours because it is. Now, go on and claim what’s yours – unless I want it too in which case, it’s mine.

Stay soft and naked.🐾

As we sashay into 2025, I’m declaring my theme loud and clear: soft and naked. This isn’t just a New Year’s resolution—it’s a strategic rebranding. This year is about power, freedom, and yes, a little competition. Because if you think I’m letting my brother Gilbert coast on his slinky malinky reputation for another second, think again.

Gilbert, bless his heart, has been flaunting his so-called “softness” for years, and honestly? It’s exhausting. His fur is silky, sure, but it’s time someone gave him a run for his money. This year, I’m going full-on luxury: premium grooming sessions, better naps in prime sunbeam real estate, and an attitude so smooth it could charm the treats right out of your hand. Soft isn’t just a texture—it’s a statement. And I’m making it.

As we sashay into 2025, I’m declaring my theme loud and clear: soft and naked. This isn’t just a New Year’s resolution—it’s a strategic rebranding. This year is about power, freedom, and yes, a little competition. Because if you think I’m letting my brother Gilbert coast on his silky-fur reputation for another second, think again.

Gilbert, bless his heart, has been flaunting his so-called “softness” for years, and honestly? It’s exhausting. His fur is silky, sure, but it’s time someone gave him a run for his money. This year, I’m going full-on luxury: premium grooming sessions, better naps in prime sunbeam real estate, and an attitude so smooth it could charm the treats right out of your hand. Soft isn’t just a texture—it’s a statement. And I’m making it.

Of course, I’m not giving up my edge. Let’s get one thing straight: I don’t just crave violence—I embody it. Every swat, every perfectly timed knock of a glass off the counter, is deliberate. But this year, I’m elevating it. No wasted energy, no unnecessary chaos—just calculated moves that say, “I own this place, and you’re lucky to be here.”

Now, about being naked. Going collar-free isn’t just a matter of comfort (although, let’s be honest, it feels amazing). It’s about freedom. It’s about stripping away everything that holds me back—expectations, labels, jingling reminders of where I am—and letting the world see the real Staci Jolene. This is the year I’m baring my truths: my quirks, my vulnerabilities, and my raw, unfiltered fabulousness. Naked is bold. Naked is powerful. Naked is me.

So, here’s the proclamation: 2025 is my year. I’m going soft. I’m going naked. I’m coming for Gilbert’s throne, and I’m taking no prisoners. To everyone watching: stay tuned. You’re about to see a masterclass in domination, luxury, and unapologetic fabulousness. And as always, you’re welcome. 🐾

Stay tuned and stay soft and naked…