I don't even call him by his name Trouble anymore. When he gallops upstairs to flop upon my bed for play or to be roughed up or be brushed or buried under a comforter for play I just call him "Good Big Cat". He eats well once every two days and is just a good-natured huge slob.
He was born in a patch of dirt next to my front stoop on July 6th, 2010 since his mother Mister Mittens, the feral female I had been feeding well, felt safe by my house and even then was playing me for a sucker as a street cat in a jam.
His 244 bones allow him to sleep comfortably on the love seat in the living room while cutting close to a 90-degree angle on the flop. Trouble will never be asked to appear on the Animal Planet TV show My Cat From Hell with Jason Galaxy.
