Who am I? That is the single question we all want answered. I am more than just a ball of fur, or ears and tail. My species does not define me. Nor am I all  teeth and claws, a carnivorous killing machine. I know what I am not, what others have made me out to be. But the question remains: If I am not that, what am I?

I am Strawberry. Bubbles. Squeak. All names I have tried, none suit me. I wear Rosie now, it suits me in my present mood. Perhaps later I will cast it off, as Juliet urged her lover to do. After all, "a rose by any other name would smell as sweet," and I am a rose, and thus Rosie.

I am confident, bubbly, and fun. I wear what I like, and I like to look sexy. I like my hair over one eye - that's how I wear it.

I don't care what you think - I will wear what I like, be what I like. Because, when I'm Rosie, I AM Rosie. Another mask of my true self.