Paul Meadow Stumbling out of a gin-soaked alley with one antenna twitching and zero shame, Paul Meadow is the hissing cockroach of your cat’s dreams—and your nightmares. He’s stuffed with catnip, crinkle, and the raw energy of your drunk sister storming into karaoke bar at 1AM, one shoe and a fur coat that isn’t hers.
Loud. Crunchy. Probably sticky. Paul’s not here to play it safe—he’s here to get slapped off the counter and come crawling back for more.
Catnip: turning your sweet little kitty into a snarling, floor-rolling, murder-lusting jungle beast since forever.
