I recently met another Tuxie called King. King has his own bedroom, is fed fresh prawns daily, and generally swans around the place as if he is... well, a king. Talk about spoiled!

I am nothing like King. As I sit here atop my throne, looking down on my subjects, demanding attention, requesting frequent food, water and belly rubs, I think to myself: I am glad I am not needy!

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I have just heard a story about a Tuxie called Sparky, who inherited 6.3 million dollars. I have no idea what that means but I know that it can buy a lot of tuna. I don't have 6.3 million dollars; I don't even have 6 dollars. But I do have 3 collars, as well as this gorgeous bow tie. Compared to Sparky, I think I am quite poor. But I am rich in family, love, and style. And that's what counts. PS. Does anyone have Sparky's number?

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Sometimes I like to put on my bow tie, do my fur, and then... pose. When you're this level of handsome, you just have to accept it, and give the people what they want: photos. Of me.

When I started my Instagram journey, I had no idea that I could reach such dizzy heights of fame. Nowadays, I feel like the sky is the limit. One day: Instagram sensation. The next: who knows? I might even run for Prime Minister. For now though, I will just sit here and look gorgeous. You're welcome.

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