This guy...is huge. Let me start by saying that. I mean, he's a good twenty-five pounds of cat. He's part Maine Coon, part...something, though we're not quite sure. He's a farm cat. His litter was born in a barn, and in order to get the kittens into good homes, the family gave them away with every dozen ears of corn they sold.

We got two dozen ears of corn, but only one cat. My mom didn't want two. I kind of wish, now, that she did. If they were all like this guy...then it would have been so worth it.

He's got the coolest meow, though I don't think it can technically be qualified as a "meow." It's more of a chirp, I think. He loves cat treats, and he loves to eat. He's really talkative, and his eyes are huge. I'm pretty sure he knows exactly what you're saying when you talk to him. He likes to sleep in flowerbeds and LOVES spaghetti, though he's not really supposed to eat it.

He's the first cat we ever had, so he was the deciding factor of whether or not we were cat people. Well, we are. We definitely are.





RIP, buddy. I miss you...
2008