Ubatili

“Why don’t I like the festivities? Have you seen what’s involved?” The lioness shudders then meticulously grooms her gleaming coat as if worried it had gotten dirty. “It takes work to look this good. Well. Not too much work. My beauty comes naturally, of course. You expect me to celebrate the holiday with paint. Do you know how long it takes to wash that out?” Ubatili shakes her head with pity. “I couldn’t ruin my look with something so... filthy. And you know what else? Squash carving.” She shuddered again then licked a paw. “My paws would be covered in seeds and squash guts. No, thank you. Dressing in costumes? Why would I want to be anyone else but me? I’m perfect as I am.” She stands with a soft huff and forces a smile. “Is the interview over? I have a date with the lake and I’m due for a cat nap.” The tawny lioness walked away without so much as another glance back. The sounds of others lions and lionesses could be heard as they enjoyed the festivities. But this diva was above such childish and messy things. Doing her best to stay clear of the mud, she bounded onto one of the large boulders at the lakes edge to enjoy the sun.