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Every year at FetishCon before the convention closes, we all feel we need to have one last big public playtime together and for everyone walking around. Who doesn't like to be anonymous and petted by strangers, right? Us 4 kittys are pretty darn bratty. We run off, we wrestle with each other, we tickle the new kitty, we get spanked by vendors, we get petted and stroked, caged when needed, and stop for a roll around on the cold tile floor when we can. Our wrists and ankles are cuffed and chained together to keep us somewhat under control but if you ask Bernie the Bondage Bunny, the chains certainly doesn't keep us tamed or calm enough. If you had 4 bratty kittys, you too would have a hard time keeping them all put to say the least. We stop for group photos and petting as we crawl around on all fours giving the mascot of Fetishcon a run for his money. We sure all are exhausted after meandering around the convention floor as he leads us off for some catnip and a catnap.