his name is Toby. he's been w/ me for about 4 years. No matter what happens he's there. With those big deep pools he has for eyes kinda like Puss in Boots. (he happens to be an orange tabby and can turn on ya also just like Puss in Boots. Please don't piss off my cat or he'll attack your feet at night if he can see 'em. there. you've been warned. hehe)

he stands in front of me and says, 'Meow.'

'that's right, Toberz. I am a lil bummed right now."

'Meow.'

'No, I already fed you.'

'Meow.'

'No you're not going outside.'

he walks right up, meows, cocks his head to one side as he looks at me like i'm stupid, and proceeds to sit on my lap. He never really argues. (well... except for when he wants to help me shave. I pushed him aside. he pawed at the razor and I ignored him so he decided to make his presence known. He swatted at the razor again but w/ a lot more umph. I hacked off the middle of my goatee and knicked the skin. I NOW shave in the shower.)

he follows me around like a dog. he could be dead asleep and snoring up a storm. I'll go to the other room and in he comes a minute later. paces in a circle a bit til he finds a comfortable spot and falls asleep again. cute and funny. dog-like characteristic.

he likes to perch on my shoulders also. he used to do it a lot when he was a kitten. He's way bigger now and still tries to stand on my shoulders. I let him only cuz i'm big enough for him to do it. (wait a minute... who's supposed to be the master again!?!)

I've always been more of a dog person but ever since the ex left him w/ me, the lil' shit's grown on me. :)

I just felt like postin' something about him and to let ya'll know that I likes my kitter cat, Toby.