When you're all, on the one hand, I could totally turn Kota into a TikTok star… but on the other hand you're all, read my illustrated philosociopolitical essays goddammit.

I mean…

Bee tee dubs, this is why we call him Kota.

Kota's leash après our first mid-stroll squirrel sighting.

Another one from yesterday redistributed to TikTok (and of course TikTok's metadata for generating Open Graph and Twitter Card previews would be shite (￣ ￣|||)):

Okay … whatever … I guess I'm now on TikTok.

#MyNewNormal

#Lapdog

If you are reading this, and you haven't access to those Instagram reels I've posted links to, holler so I know to jump through all the video hoops to introduce Kota (so … yeah … now the Kota is audible and the Tate is silent). This pooch is a cute AF critter video machine.

#WhenYourWeightedBlanketHasBeenCrankedToEleven

Same deal as the last post.

Since I don't feel like repeating myself, here's a link for an Instagram reel (whatever TF that is) of a cute AF critter:

#LivingOnTheEdge

Kota Tate. He shall be know thus forth as Kota Tate (the Kota is silent).

#BullyBelly

Curating the final list of names for this spot stealing cuddle bunny today.

Next generation door TV enthusiast.

#MissingMurphy

When you've been pilled with cream cheese 'cause you're stickin' around another week.

When you wake up knowing it's her last morning.

#WickedCute is right bitches.

The vibe this morning.

Damn good dawg makin' for a damn good wallpaper.

#Waiting4KickOff #AndSuckingInMyStomach

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