08/22/2025
Ahem. Citizens of Pryor Veterinary Hospital, it is I, JJ, your noble guardian.
Word around the clinic is that I am… how do they put it? A little chonky. First of all, rude. Second of all, accurate. But let me explain.
You see, a great defender must prepare for every possibility: winter drafts, long night patrols, and the occasional snack ambush. These “extra reserves” are simply tactical enhancements. My fluff is my armor.
Yes, I may now resemble more of a loaf than a panther. Yes, I may wheeze a little when leaping onto the counter. But fear not—when the rustle of a treat bag or the squeak of a mouse dares cross these halls, I am as swift as ever.
So let them whisper. I am JJ, protector of the clinic, vanquisher of rodents, and now… proud bearer of the chonky crown.
Stay tuned for Chapter 3—because every hero’s journey has twists, turns, and at least one snack break.
— JJ 🐾