Trouble doesn't slam his rump into my hip or side like his mother does. In the dark last night he jumped into my bed by my feet and let out a cat yell. He walked up to my head and accepted lots of pettings and rubbings. And then he went back down the bed to flop by my feet. He went to sleep and so did I.

Trouble may not be as good a bedmate as an 18-year-old teen bride from my addled memories but he's a good big beast. Biggest cat I care for. Biggest cat in the entire neighborhood. Just a nice cat and the wife and I are happy that he lives here.