You're a NIGHT-RAT-BOY the size of ONE POINT FIVE CATS, you have mistooken up entirely the size your species is supposed to be, and your head is too much a circle at the back end and a point at the front part, like a drawing of an ice cream cone in a clown's hand. I don't care for that. Be a cat or be a rat but don't be one of both.
Too many people want you to dismiss a raccoon's deal of "Oh they're mischievous cat-dogs with friendly washed hands and a jewel-thief face" when it's really an ALL-HANDS NO-FEET TRASH-CAT WITH A DOG'S STOMACH AND A POSSUM'S HEART. It can put itself up in trees but it waddles on the ground, I can't be in trustment of a beast that clambers and waddles both; either be graceful and lithe all of times, or be clumsy…
"A tiny, resourceful creature that lived 430 million years ago devised a novel method for such baby tracking: It tethered egg pouches to its back with threads and trailed its juveniles as they grew, as if they were tiny kites."
