The miniatures I collect all feasibly have a purpose on a wargaming or RPG table. So catgirls, while entertaining, don't really factor into it. There's some cute stuff out there but I just wouldn't have the space for them on top of all the other endless streams of nonsense that I end up painting and playing with.

But that doesn't properly encapsulate the incredible goofus that a Mack can contain, so it'd have to be a cat who's damn big, but utterly without predators or challenge of any kind in its natural habitat so the don't-give-a-fuckitude is off the charts while simultaneously being a colossal sweetheart.

So not-a-lion Mack would be a Maine Coon. Look at all that floof. That's a dissipating sink for all the fucking awesome.

A catgirl that is a tank is best described as a catgirl that isn't a slinky strip of taffeta and giggles. A catgirl tank is something born in the mind of the deranged and birthed by desires foul and unreasonable. You take the ears, the tail, the nya, and you attach those dinky accessories to a woman that can overhand throw an F-150 like a paper plane and you're on the way! A catgirl tank isn't a tank in which a catgirl does battle; a catgirl tank is the tank given claws, one fang that sticks over her lip when she smiles, and a maniacal desire to be pet by anyone and everything too slow or too weak to escape when she sits. Because she'll sits where she fits. She'll sit where she doesn't fits. And when she sits, you'll know about it - that is a whole-ass tank sitting on your lap, headbutting your jaw with kiloton force and demanding scritches.

That is the essence of a Mackgirl.

and y'all know what THAT means. It's Gin o'Clock, and that makes it #AMA time.