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)

Don't feel bad. I had a cat for years named Daisy. Turns out after a vet visit, his name was David. I was 100% sure he was a girl cause he was pretty much always getting fucked by the smaller cat that belong to a neighbor. Turns out he was a power bottom. He was a 19lb black cat. With massive balls I somehow missed. So I did what any real red blooded American would do in this situation and bought him the shiniest pink rhinestone color I could and let him go do his thang.

He eventually left to go live with his boyfriend. It's been almost 20 years but I still miss my gay cat.

Well, maybe the doc is a Shrek fan?