He was awesome, but who am I to stand in the way of true love? Least I never had to worry about getting him fixed. He was a giant lump of purring comfort, even though I thought I killed him by giving him the entire bag of catnip on the scratchpad. Dude was splayed out flat, laying face down in a pile of the green stuff, drooling his ass off.

Kinda hilarious that I adopted him from a friend when he was just a runt of the litter tiny kitten. He grew up BIG. Not fluffy, just a giant black cat who decided if he was going to sleep on you, you had no choice in the matter. I had him for about 6? years before he ran off with Vincent. (That's the name I gave the boy cat)