Moby is King Cat. What he most hated about the two months in the Exile of the shelter were all the other animals, since he is the only Cat, Benign Ruler of the Universe.
His job is to Chase Things, and Keep Chairs Warm, and Be Adored. He is kind to his subjects, and would never bite or claw them or their honored guests. He graciously greets and welcomes new friends. He also guards his Kingdom from Hallway Ghosts, a Sacred Duty.
He suffers the Indignity of the Clipping of the Nails and Brushing of the Teeth with Royal Disdain.
He accepts offerings of Fish and Chicken as his Just Tribute. Turkey and Ham are acceptable as well.
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I wish I could have a cat.
We waited over a decade to be in a place where we could give a cat a good home. Then he chose us.
Saw him on the shelter site, he was named Midnight- the name of my favorite cat as a child. The one I carried around on my shoulders, his paws on my head.
Sneaky black cat; you got a good profile on this one.
Cats are created to sit in the sun and watch while humans do the work.
:-) (for the prose)
That so describes my partner's parents' cat! (Possibly it describes all cats!). We didn't want to have a cat in a third floor flat by a busy road so we got a rabbit instead. Adorable. I should write something like this about our rabbit!
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