Kat

Kat. Our male cat. He is a mixture of Ghengis Khan and Attila the Hun. He used to cause lots of trouble with our other two cats, he has calmed down in his old age. He is still rowdy at times but he has toned it down a bit. Last night he slept in the crook of my arm and when I woke up and dislodged him he had a fit and went after an inanimate object that he could destroy. He is my favorite cat. We have had our battles over the years and we have come to an understanding. If he gets mad at me he does it passive-aggressively. I think he was still mad at me later in the morning and adopted a tom-cat pose, but a hug calmed him down. We call him "big head." His head looks like it is a block and should be on the shoulders of a football player. I never had a cat before, except for a stray for a matter of weeks. Kat is my first attempt at understanding the feline personality. I can honestly say I love him. He comes when I call him. Except when he is lording it over the other cats. He usually comes then as well, but there are periods when he just decides that he has to get something out of his system. And then it is time to break up a disagreement. I chose this photo because Kath said that it looked like a good one. She knows better about these things. The illuminated strips added something to the composition. I hope that it does him justice. God bless. Dale