He was something else. He was a big boy, solid. You'd pat his back and it was all tom cat but he was fixed. He weighed 17 pounds the day he passed. He'd walk across me in bed and it HURT.
He loved pets. You'd pet him and you were his friend for life. He loved to bring me toys. He'd cry with a toy in his mouth, not sure why he did that?
He loved to get on the kitchen counter despite it being a no zone. He was THE most stubborn cat I've ever had.
He had to be in the bathroom when I was. I left the door cracked a couple weeks ago and I found him laying in the bath tub, just laying there looking at me like no biggie.
He was an indoor kitty. You could leave the front door wide open and he would never go out. I was his person, he was a devoted cat. This was my big man cat.
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