My favorite cat was named Fisgon. He was a monstrous orange tomcat. Not fat at all, but huge. He hated everyone but me...I loved that.
I have three and I'm currently single thus making me a bona fide "Crazy Cat Lady". Actually I started out with just Itchy and Scratchy (Itchy is orange and white and Scratchy is a beautiful tuxedo cat) but when my sister-in-law discovered an abandoned kitten that had managed to survive an hour long road trip in her wheel well, I ended up adopting Miss Kitty into the clan. They're great cats for the most part. I really can't complain.
My cat piggy, R.I.P. was over 30 pounds and huge.. a bit overweight in his old age but a huge cat.. Orange.. Best cat ever.. Bout 25# when he was young, lean and all muscle.. Kid came by one day outside and says "is that a real housecat"? hahaha He was a lover.. never heard him hiss in anger once in 17 years.. Loved other cats, dogs, people.. Not a territorial bone in his body..
lol.. Oddly enough.. he didn't get the name cuz of his size.. he was "little kitty" for awhile when we first found him at 6 months or so.. he got it cuz he'd get so excited eating he'd purr so loud he sounded like a pig grunting.. hahaha Then he grew into his name.
Jersy's a cool cat. He acts more like a dog. He don't care about the dog. He just struts around. He keeps himself real clean. He stays outside most of the time even when it's below zero, he don't care. He ****s outside so I don't have to mess with the litter box to much, just for my other cat Cindy.
I love cats but I will never own another one. My beloved (moggie) cat Panda died when I was 21 and I'm going to stay true. I'm not even remotely lying when I say he liked to dance to Janet Jackson.
Awwww... Having another doesn't mean ya aint true.. My first cat Goldie I lost at 21.. had him since I was 3.. My best friend ever.. Woulda been a shame to never know Piggy too.. Both looked quite similar to my new avatar pic.. Cept Goldie had white feet and a white patch under his chin..
We picked up Panda after my first day at Kindergarten, so I was 5. I think it was our mum's reward for going to school, or something. I still remember him mewling in the backseat, walking around under the front seat, scared about what was happening. Anyway, he was awesome. Really smart, and quite possibly gay. I loved him even though he boxed my ears once. I don't actually want to replace him!
"and quite possibly gay" - LMFAO! I think my male cats are gay, too. They've taught me much about tolerance.
I'm pretty damn sure Biz is gay. Instead of hacking up a furball on my brand new sweater, he decided to jump to the hardwood floor to hack it up.
Well...Fizz used to hump my clothing. It was bad enough he did it, but he'd drag it downstairs to do it in front of me making these weird little growling noises like he was announcing his arrival. Amazing really...this cat was neutered and also had a urethrostomy, essentially rendering him a eunuch.
LOL! Scratchy likes to try to hump Itchy in the middle of the night. It's so disturbing and it's never the other way around. It's kind of humorous, because their personalities are so opposite....Scratchy is more aggressive (top) and Itchy is more laid-back and passive (bottom).
It was actually a fleece pullover. No I don't wear sweaters. I can't stand to have those damn itchy-ass collars and all around my neck, so I wear sweatshirts.
That seems much more likely. I just can't picture you as a strolling through town with a tight fitting, Bill Cosbyish sweater and a matching man-purse type of guy. Now wez on the other hand.....
