Name's Kingston. You can call me King, or Your Highness-either works. I'm 4 years and 8 months old, and I've been running this joint for almost 230 days now. Came in from a local humane society with strong "get off my lawn" vibes-and honestly? Still got 'em. I'm not here for nonsense. I like structure, space, and snacks. I don't like chaos, clinginess, or anyone touching my raccoon ball without asking. Boundaries are important, okay? But hey-don't get me wrong. I've got love. Just... not for everybody. I pick my people. And once I pick you? I'm all in. Ride-or-die. I'll zoom, I'll play, I'll even be a total goofball. My guy SBG? He gets it. He's my favorite. He lets me be growly and weird and still calls me a good boy. I'm not really here for small kids or dogs who don't respect my space. But if you've got snacks, patience, and a little bit of grit-we might just be a perfect fit. So. Bring the treats. Keep your hands off my raccoon ball unless I say so. And don't even think about adopting SBG. That dude's mine.