Trouble the cat is very large - all jaws, paws and claws. Zero belly. He jumped into bed with me on a cold and windy night.

As an old man with a prostate gland the size of North Dakota up against my bladder I sometimes get up during the night to pee. That makes the cat sigh and moan in exasperation.

At 3 a.m. on my return trip from the bathroom I laid a lap blanket over the cat. The heat was down low and that blanket action had him purring with happiness.

I like the cat. First born and the largest of the litter. First to a nipple and the last to leave as a kitten.

What happened to your former "bunk buddy...thrMomcat?!!!

The momcat bunked with my wife, snoogling and purring. The feral cat mother off the street plays both of her human flunkies with great skill. Almost ten years here has the cat playing no favorites but the cat is always bothering me near dawn for her breakfast since she knows that Colleen sleeps in.

The momcat can sit and stare at me with no expression during the day but her cat brain understands that she owns me.