sometimes i come home from work and i eat straight from a can of cold chef boyardee and think "what if my stupid fucking fursona had a pet or some shit??? wouldn't that be fucked up" and by sometimes i mean just tonight (but the chef boyardee is a nearly every night thing someone please fucking help me)

anyways this is turdy, and heebjeeb and i have joint custody of the turdy, because if i have to deal with it, so does that spazzoid
turdy only eats things that smell like, especially fishy
also cat food, but it has to be left out for 27 hours before he considers it. he likes the crust
he absolutely flakes
very bow-legged, skitters, sounds like he has more legs than he actually does
not even a little bit of rat genes, but somehow has okapi spinnin' around there in his gene pool
leaks
has a lot of love in his little eggplant shaped body, kissing him will give you pinkeye
leaves crusty bits on the couch from god knows where, fuck. fuck
we don't think he can feel temperature at all
it's turdy!