So I was looking for a cat . . . sort of. I don't exactly need another cat, but I went looking and when I walked in the door, this incredibly large meathook extended from a kennel cage (attached, I might add, to an incredibly large buff colored tabby, and grabbed me. The cat announced he would like to be petted right now! thank you very much. And it was all over.
He's been with me since February, and he is amazing. He has learned how to play fetch -- staring with pens and finally graduating to bizzy balls. He'd like to knit, but since he doesn't have thumbs he generally contents himself with diving into my knitting bag, or occupying most of the kitchen table when I sit and knit.
He is either a Maine Coon or a Norwegian Forest Cat. He weighs 15 pounds (he hasn't lost weight, but has gained muscle since his release from the kennel cage). He has a furred pads typical of either breed . . . watching him run on linoleum is hilarious. He slides -- too much fur for effective traction. He has an amazing tiny voice for such a large cat.
He also likes to help me make the bed . . .
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